Dwyn gasped as she felt his teeth gently catch the hardening tip, and then moaned when he tugged, urging it farther out fromunder the cloth, but she released a long low groan when he began to suckle on it. His mouth drew hungrily on the sensitivenipple, sucking even as his tongue lathed, and Dwyn threw her head back and cried out, her fingers digging into the clothcovering his shoulders as the action sent excitement and pleasure whipping through her.
Geordie let her nipple slip loose then, and raised his head again, one hand moving to tangle in the hair behind her head ashe drew her face down for another kiss. Dwyn kissed him back almost desperately, her wet nipple tingling in the cool nightair, until his hand covered it, the rough skin of his fingers abrading it and sending more shocks of excitement through heras he palmed and kneaded her eager flesh.
When he broke their kiss again, and growled, “I want to see ye,” she released a small laugh. It was too dark to see much ofanything, Dwyn was sure, but didn’t protest when he urged her upper body back until she leaned against the branch she’d beensitting on, her body now splayed before him.
“Beautiful,” Geordie growled, and she glanced down with confusion to see that the moon was up now, lightening the darknessand leaving her pale skin visible where the rose gown didn’t cover her. Both breasts were fully out, the neckline caught beneaththem and pushing them together and up as if offering them to him.
When Geordie took up the offer and closed his hands over them both, squeezing and urging them even tighter together, Dwynlet her head fall back. She closed her eyes, only to have them pop open again as she lifted her head with confusion when hepressed a gentle kiss to first one nipple, and then the other, before tugging the cloth up to cover them.
“We should get ye back inside.” The words were a pained growl that sounded almost reluctant, but that didn’t ease her disappointment.Obviously, he hadn’t been enjoying their interlude as much as she had, Dwyn supposed sadly, and then gasped in surprise whenhe caught her at the waist and set her back on her branch.
“I’ll go first and help ye down,” Geordie said, and suddenly slid out of sight.
Leaning forward, she watched him climb quickly to the ground and then peer back up at her expectantly. Dwyn hesitated, butthen sighed and found handholds and started to climb down on her own, reassuring herself that surely it was dark enough hecouldn’t really see up her skirt as she feared.
She was halfway down and searching blindly for a lower foothold when she felt his hand on her ankle under her skirts. Dwynfroze briefly, until he shifted her foot to a branch, and then she made herself continue down, her heartbeat tripping whenhis hand stayed there, moving up the side of her leg as she climbed lower. She stopped again though when his hand reachedher outer thigh.
“M’laird?” Dwyn said then, her voice shaky with the queer feelings racing through her.
Dwyn thought he groaned then, but the hand was removed. Releasing a small sigh, she started to move again, only to suck ina quick startled breath when he caught her at the waist and lifted her down. Her feet had barely touched the ground when hespun her around, urged her back against the tree and kissed her again. It was a quick, hard, almost punishing kiss, and Dwyndidn’t even get the chance to recover enough from her surprise to begin to kiss him back when he suddenly ended it and steppedback.
“Ye’d best go in now, lass. They’ll be looking fer ye.” His voice was deep, and rough, and made goose bumps rise on her skin,but she murmured assent and whirled, her long hair flying out. Dwyn felt a brief tug at her head as she started away, as ifher hair had caught on something, but then she was free. She didn’t glance back as she hurried through the trees; she wasn’teven really looking forward. Mostly she was looking inward, her mind pulling up his kisses and caresses and the feelings they’dengendered in her. If she’d been looking where she was going, she wouldn’t have crashed into the man on the path.
Gasping, Dwyn stepped back abruptly and would have stumbled over her own feet had Aulay Buchanan not reached out to steadyher.
“Careful, lass. ’Tis dark enough to make the uneven path treacherous,” he said gently.
“Aye,” Dwyn breathed, and offered a shaky smile as he released her.
“What were ye running from?” he asked before she could skirt around him and hurry away. “Were those lasses giving ye troubleagain?”
Dwyn’s eyes widened at the displeasure on his face, but she shook her head quickly. “Nay, m’laird. I was just . . .” She gesturedvaguely behind her, unable to answer. She could hardly tell him what she was running from when she didn’t know herself. Therehad been no reason to run. Geordie had not given chase or threatened her in any way. But once he’d stopped touching and kissingher and said she should go, she’d hurried away and then broken into a run as if the devil himself was chasing her. That wassomething she didn’t understand herself. Especially since she’d really rather have stayed there with him. Perhaps if she hadhe would have kissed her again. Maybe he would have bared and touched her breasts again too, something she’d found incrediblypleasurable, which was rather surprising to her. Dwyn had never thought them useful for anything but
