Dwyn didn’t hesitate. Meeting his gaze, she reached up to undo the lacings, surprised to see her hands trembling. It wasn’tshyness. There was very little shyness in her in regards to his seeing her body. Geordie had seen, touched and licked everyinch of her before taking the wound that presently had him stuck in bed, and she’d dressed and undressed in front of him severaltimes since he’d woken from that wound. But she was trembling like a virgin on her wedding night. Still, she got the lacingsundone, and then quickly shrugged her gown off her shoulders.
“Stand up,” Geordie growled as she reached to push her shift off too.
Dwyn stood, allowing her gown to drop to the floor, and then waited as she watched a slow smile spread his lips.
“Damn, I love yer shift,” he murmured, and she glanced down at it. While she’d made new gowns with higher necklines, her shiftsall still had the very low ones and this one exposed the tops of her nipples. Geordie’s voice was a hoarse rasp when he requested,“Take it off too.”
Dwyn removed it, pushing it off one shoulder and then the other to let it drop on top of her gown.
“Aye, now climb on me, lass, straddle me stomach,” he ordered.
Dwyn’s eyebrows rose at that, her gaze moving to his erection, but she did as he asked and climbed onto the bed, swingingher hair over her shoulders first so she wouldn’t accidentally kneel on it.
“Ah, lass,” Geordie sighed, reaching out to cover her breasts with his hands. “Have I told ye how lovely ye are?”
Dwyn’s eye widened, but she couldn’t have responded had she wanted to; his touch was sending shivers of excitement throughher and she was busy gasping in response.
“Bend down here and kiss me, lass.”
Dwyn obeyed at once, leaning down until she could cover his mouth with hers, a groan sliding from her lips into his mouthas he squeezed and kneaded her more firmly. It was a strange position for her to be on top and in control of the kiss, butshe liked it. In this position she decided the angle, the pressure and depth of the kiss, and she was greedy after so longwithout this. Her mouth devoured his and invited him to devour in response as he fondled her breasts, and pinched her nipples.At least, she did at first, but when he turned his head breaking the kiss, Dwyn sat up slightly, panting with the need growingin her.
“Ye’re wet already,” Geordie growled, and she felt the first flash of embarrassment. She was straddling his stomach, but hehadn’t touched her yet, and still he knew she was wet . . . because . . . well, because she was straddling his stomach andhe could apparently feel the way her body was weeping for attention.
“I want to taste ye.”
Dwyn blinked at those words, as confused now as she had been the first time he’d said them to her, but not for the same reason.“But ye canno’—”
“Straddle me face, wife.”
Now her eyes widened incredulously. “I could no’ just—”
“Ye vowed to obey me in front o’ Father Archibald, our family and God, Dwyn. Are ye no’ going to keep yer vows?” Geordie askedsolemnly.
“Ye remember,” she said with surprise. Until now he’d not said a word about their marriage here in this room the night hewas wounded, and Dwyn had begun to worry he didn’t even remember it.
“Our wedding?” Geordie asked with disbelief. “O’ course I remember. I’m the one who asked Father Archibald to perform it.Now crawl up here and straddle me face, wife. I want to taste ye.”
Dwyn’s mouth opened, closed, and then she shook her head, but when he shifted his hands to her hips and urged her forward,while she shook her head again, she also started to move. Worried about hurting him, and anxious about what he’d asked herto do, she got to her feet on the bed and then moved forward, grabbed the headboard to brace herself and slowly lowered herselfover his face, her knees on either side of his head and calves and feet on his shoulders and chest. Dear God, this was new,she thought with dismay, aware of the view he was getting.
“Lower, wife.”
Dwyn shook her head, but lowered herself some more.
“Almost perfect, just a touch farther forward,” he instructed.
Muttering under her breath, Dwyn shifted a bit forward and then nearly screamed when his tongue lashed across her sensitivecenter. Biting her lip to silence herself, she clenched her hands on the headboard, her wide eyes staring blindly at the beddrapes as he clutched her hips and brought her firmly against his face. He used his chin, his lips, his tongue and even histeeth on her tender flesh, his hands moving her hips until she was excited enough to forget her position and start movingherself, riding his face. He murmured what Dwyn thought was approval then, and she groaned and let her head fall back as thesound hummed over her skin and through her body.
Dwyn was on the edge of finding her release when he suddenly urged her back by his grasp on her hips and growled, “Ride menow, lass.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Dwyn would have done just about anything he asked at that point, and quickly shifted back downhis body to straddle him. She didn’t await further instruction, but impaled herself on him with one swift plunge, and thenlet her head fall back, and groaned as her body adjusted to his filling her again. It had been so long.
“God, woman, I’ve missed ye,” Geordie moaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “I feel like I’ve come home every time I’min ye, and it has been a long time since I was home.”
Dwyn raised her head to peer down at him, and then leaned forward to brace her hands on the pillow on either side of his head.Her hair fell around
