'Except here.' Her nails lightly scratched the base of his sack, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
He dropped his knee back to the bed, drawing her in by her shoulders. When he kissed her, she gasped and said, 'I wasn't finished.'
'I was just about tae be.'
When she frowned, he took her mouth in a fierce, wet kiss, thrusting his tongue into her, delving it against hers, a kiss more aggressive than the one in the coach. His hands found her backside, squeezing her, kneading her, and he could feel that she rolled her hips toward him even as she grasped his face and met his tongue.
He brushed the curls over her sex, reverently, and rasped against her lips, 'Spread your knees for me.' When she did, he dipped a finger into her wetness, groaning, 'Anna, you feel so damn good.'
Her head fell back, and she held on to his shoulders for support as he continued to explore her. He'd felt in the coach that she was tight, but knowing this time he meant to be inside her made him realize she was too tight.
He laid her back on the bed, grasping her by the waist and moving her bodily to the headboard. He took her legs to each side of his and spread her, taking time to kiss her pale inner thigh as he'd wanted to do since he'd met her. The contact was grazing—she probably could feel the heat of his breaths more than his lips—and she shivered.
Once more, his finger inside her, stirring her. She moaned, back arching, and he ran his other hand from her chest down between her breasts as he tried to fit a second finger inside. She was slick, incredibly lush, but she was too small. He could feel how untouched she was, could feel that she was a virgin.
His hands were dark and scarred against her sex, against her thigh. They looked…wrong. He felt big and hulking, and he knew he was about to hurt her. Isn't that the way of it? a part of him asked. But he would hurt her and then he would ruin her. It seemed too much, too great a price.
It wasn't good enough for her.
He leaned forward, careful to keep his shaft from touching her below, and placed his forehead against hers. 'I canna do this tae you.'
She tensed; he felt it strongly. 'You don't find me desirable.'
He reared back, shocked that a woman like her could ever draw that conclusion. 'That's no' it.'
She turned her face away. 'I'm waiting to make love to you, we both are unclothed in bed together, and you won't? I think it's because you've decided you don't want me.'
He snatched her hand and shoved it against his cock. 'Can you no' feel how much I want you?'
The minute she wrapped her fingers around him, her body went languid, and she looked up at him dreamily. 'Now you're just trying to distract my thoughts. To pacify me, when we've learned how much I like this.'
He struggled for words. Pacify her? His brows drew together. It was important that she realize something… What was it?…Ah! 'I vow tae you that I want you—'
'No, I think I understand what you're trying to tell me,' she murmured, never taking her eyes from her slow strokes. 'You're a big man. You need a woman who is a match to you. Like with horses.'
'That's no' the issue—' He couldn't bloody speak when she looked at his cock…longingly, with regret.
She sighed. 'I must be like a runt compared to strong Scottish women.'
He'd meant to be good. He'd meant to be noble to her.
'I will show you how desirable I find you. How perfect you are tae me…'
With flicks of his tongue, he kissed her neck, down to her breasts, stopping to lavish attention on her nipples. He loved how sensitive she was there, how much she craved that. Another night he would suckle her until she came. He'd fantasized about pressing his fingers into her only to savor her already squeezing.
He moved down her body, kissing her flat belly, forcing himself to pull his shaft out of her hand, though her fingers tightened on him to prevent him, and then her hand reached out, patting blindly for it, a reaction that pleased him mightily.
Finally, he rested his chest on the bed between her legs and cupped her bottom.
'MacCarrick?' she asked nervously.
With the first exquisite taste of her, his hands squeezed too hard. He was starving for her, but didn't want to frighten her. He forced himself to break away, to get control.
'What is this?' she cried. 'You can't do this!'
She tried to wriggle out of his grip when he lowered his mouth to her once more. A long, leisurely run of his tongue, feeling her soft flesh. His eyes closed in pleasure.
She gasped, outraged. 'You must stop at once.'
'Anna'—her name came out like a growl—'no force on earth could stop me.'
'You,' she began with a wavering breath, 'you enjoy?…'
'Tasting you?'
She squirmed in embarrassment. 'Yes!'
'I could lie between your legs and kiss you all night. But does this please you?' he asked before rubbing his tongue against her once more.
'No!'
He pulled back. 'Liar.'
'It's wrong.'
'But does it please you?'
'It mustn't!'
'Let go. Let me bring you pleasure.'
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. 'I can't.'
'Then all I ask is for you tae give me one last kiss and then I'll stop.'
In a pained voice, she finally said, 'Very well.'
He bent down to her once more, licking gently, lulling her, before shocking her with the thrust of his tongue inside her. She arched off of the bed, moaning.
'Shall I stop?'
Her eyes still closed, Anna impatiently waved him on with the flick of her small hand.
He grinned smugly, then kissed her once more, sampling her, glancing up, loving her growing response.
It wasn't long before her taste was making him crazed and he was slowly grinding his hips against the bed. He spread her legs wide before him, forcing her to open to everything he wanted to do, and took her thoroughly, unable to get enough. Her head was thrashing, and she was lost now, needing to come.
He knew how much she wanted to, and it made him bear down on her madly, with little more thought than that of an animal. He removed his hands from her thighs and vaguely realized he was reaching for her breasts. With a groan, he put his arms to each side of her and clenched the sheets, head down, taking her with abandon.
She tried to pry them loose.
He broke away. 'No. I'm no'…myself. I'll hurt you.'
'Take. Please.' She said the last as a moan, and placed his hands over her breasts.
Palming them, he groaned against her, tongue back to her soft, slick flesh, and she began to come under his lips, arching her back, pressing her breasts into his hands and grasping his head. Her cries had him bucking against the bed with need of her.
He moved to take her waist, to hold her steady, and watched, awed, as she skimmed her hands up her torso and brushed twice over her tight nipples before her arms fell over her head. She was completely lost to what he was doing to her, and nothing had ever affected him so. He kissed her with all the hunger he felt, wringing her, making her come longer, to a torturing degree, until her quivering finally eased and she went limp.
Reluctant to remove his lips from her skin, he lavished attention to her thighs and hips, then lay beside her so her breasts were just before him.
'Wait, MacCarrick,' she said in sultry voice. 'What about you? Did you?…'
'I'm fine,' he grated before circling her nipple with his tongue. He would be. Because he was going to wait until she slept and then take care of himself. He would never ask her to finish him now, not after the thwarted time in the coach and then after his taking her this way tonight. He had no idea what would happen when he finally got to spend, having never ached for it so furiously—
'MacCarrick, I feel grateful to you, very grateful because of these things you've shown me—'
'You feel grateful tae me for this?' He'd take much more away—he'd replay this over and over in his mind for
