“Oh . . . I see.” But in truth she didn’t. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and he pulled on her hair just a tiny bit more. Without the distraction of what he looked like, the sensation felt as if it were doubled. It raced down her spine and into her belly where it awakened the passion that had been sleeping since the last time he lay with her. Everything happened much faster this time, her body recalling in detail the intense pleasure that he had produced with his finger and mouth. She was eager for more, her clitoris beginning to awaken.
“That’s the way, lass, trust me.”
Though she wasn’t cold, when his hand left her hair she felt the loss of its heat.
His heat.
All across her body, her skin was demanding to be touched. She wanted to feel his hands on her breasts and her belly, and even over the curves of her hips. The idea of it was intoxicating. Her senses became heightened, and she clearly heard the slump of the wet shirt as it dropped to the floor. Excitement rippled across her skin, and she opened her eyes, unable to remain still.
He caught her up against him before she got a clear look at his body, his mouth seeking hers out to press a demanding kiss against it. Passion burned brightly inside him, which his kiss reflected. He captured the back of her head in one large grip, holding her captive while his mouth pillaged hers. His tongue thrust deeply inside, stroking along hers, and her passage begged for the same attention. She felt empty again, and this time the need did not build slowly. It burst into flames that tormented her as much as they pleased her. Jemma reached for his shoulders, her hands seeking out the warm skin she had longed to feel against her own.
He swept her off her feet and carried her toward his bed, the laird’s bed, and that sent a shiver of dark possessiveness through her.
“Did you bring Anyon here?”
He laid her down on the heather-scented sheet, one hand lifting her hair up and out of the way so that it would not become trapped by her back.
“Nae.”
His voice was gruff, and it was darker in the bed with only a teasing flicker of candlelight making its way to them. That only heightened her senses once more. She heard tiny sounds, such as her own heartbeat. She lifted one hand to press it against his chest. Beneath her fingers she felt the steady beating of his heart, and her lips rose into a smile.
“Exactly, lass, we are nae so different when all of the trappings of this world are taken off us. Here, our bodies fit together very nicely.”
“We’ve yet to see about how well you will fit.”
“Ye’re the boldest virgin I’ve ever heard of.”
She settled against the sheet and felt him rising above her. He remained on his side, lying next to her, but she felt small and petite compared to his harder and larger form.
“Or did I build a desire in ye for more of the pleasure that I gave ye the last time we were in a bed together?”
His voice was husky but playful. “I believe the word you used was trust.”
He reached out and trailed his fingers over the mound of one breast. She shivered as pleasure spread out from that touch.
“It is something I value greatly, lass.” He gently cupped her breast, forming his hand around the tender globe. Her nipple drew tight until the top was a hard pebble that eagerly anticipated his kiss. “Something that I plan to put to good use tonight.”
“I suppose that I am hoping that is so.”
He tilted his head, raising his attention up to her face. “Ye question that? Why? I know that ye were pleasured the last time I touched ye.”
His pride was slightly wounded; she heard it in his voice.
“You did, but I believe you have something else planned for this evening that I have never experienced, so the only thing I may say is that I hope it is so. But I seem to recall that doing
“Ye have a wickedly clever hand, lass.”
“Ah, does that mean that my actions meet with your approval . . . my lord and husband?” She offered up her last few words as a test. There were plenty of men who liked to hear such from their wives; some who demanded it.
Gordon opened his eyes. “Leave that bit of expected speech for when there are others about to hear ye, lass. That has never been my way with ye when we’re in private, but I can understand ye wondering about it.”
“I see. Aren’t you afeared that I will become bold if you do not keep me in my place?”
He flashed her a wide smile that was full of mischief. “I believe I’m dreading the fact that ye might be meek, madam. There is something that I fear. Truly I do.”
“We could not suffer such, not fear from the Laird Barras himself.” She moved her hand back down to the base of his cock, watching his face to see what he did in response.
He made a soft sound beneath his breath, his eyes narrowing to mere slits. “I’m suffering, lass, but ’tis a pleasant sort of suffering.”
She moved her hand up and down his shaft, gaining a sort of rhythm. He growled softly, rolling slightly more onto his back to offer her access to his length. Apparently his cock was as sensitive as her clitoris. Her gaze moved to it. The head was swollen and crowned with a small slit that held a drop of fluid. Bringing her hand back up to the top, she ran her thumb over that slit, her skin slipping easily across it. Another moan rumbled up from his chest, but
