Andrew could not bring himself to wish Ewan Munro any ill will but a part of him was certainly grateful the other man was no longer here to keep his passionate Cat from him.
Andrew now moved to stand at the foot of the bed, the intoxicating scent of Cat’s release far too tempting for him to be able to bring himself to leave her just yet.
Instead, he knelt on the bed, holding Cat’s surprised gaze as he slowly lowered his body so that he now lay between her parted thighs.
“Andrew…?” She voiced her uncertainty.
“Do you trust me, little Cat?”
She drew in a ragged breath before nodding. “I believe I do.”
“Good.” Andrew kissed the inside of one thigh and then the other before he was lured higher by her enticing scent. One lick of that delicious nectar and Andrew knew he was addicted.
He licked and swallowed again and again, causing Cat to groan and writhe as his hands on her hips held her firmly in place. He only released that hold to move one of his hands beneath her night rail to squeeze and tug on her nipple at the same time as his tongue circled and then lashed against her swollen clit. Seconds later, she was thrown into another paroxysm of pleasure.
When Andrew finally moved to stand at the side of the bed, it was to find Cat looking even more dazed, pupils enlarged, and her cheeks feverish. She made no effort to hide any of that vulnerability from him. “Thank you, little Cat,” he murmured as he bent to place a gentle kiss on the smoothness of her brow.
She blinked. “Are you leaving?”
“I am,” he confirmed gently.
Her gaze moved down to where his sizeable cock visibly pressed, thick and long, against the front of his pantaloons. “But you havena—ye didna—” The heat deepened in her cheeks; her Scottish accent once again more noticeable.
Andrew made no move to hide his arousal as he smoothed back the hair from her temples. “If I stay here and you make love to me, I am duty-bound to administer that second promised spanking before we do anything else.”
She squirmed a little as if she was only now remembering the discomfort from that first spanking. “I’d rather ye did not.”
He chuckled. “As for the other, I am a very patient man. Tonight, I have staked my claim—”
“Staked your claim?” She roused enough to sound indignant. “You make me sound like a piece of land or a far-off gold mine!”
“You are far lovelier and of more value than either one of them.” He stared deeply into her eyes. “What is a wait of one more day when I have already waited ten years?” he added self-derisively.
She licked the dryness of her lips. “One more day?”
Andrew nodded, fingers of one hand lingering to caress her temple. “It is to be hoped Munro will not be staying here tomorrow night.” His jaw tightened at the thought of the other man now somewhere in the house. He would not put it past Munro to have been listening at Cat’s bedchamber door this whole time.
Her eyes glittered with the lingering anger she felt toward the other man. “He will never stay here again nor think he has the right to do so.”
Andrew’s tension eased. “Then tomorrow night, with your permission, and once all the revelers have left after honoring their new laird, I will share this bed with you.”
“After you have administered that second promised spanking?”
It was impossible for Andrew to discern from the flush in Cat’s cheeks and the brightness of her eyes whether it was something she looked forward to or dreaded. But her responses to her spanking tonight would seem to indicate the former.
“Yes, after that,” he confirmed softly. “The day following that one,” he continued before Cat could comment further, “if you are agreeable, you and Malcolm shall accompany me to Inverness.” Now that he had found her, even the thought of being parted from Cat for a day and overnight was unacceptable to him.
She smiled warmly. “Malcolm will enjoy that.”
“And you?” Andrew eyed her quizzically. “Will you like it too? If I might also arrange for all of us to stay overnight at an inn with adjoining rooms, rather than you and Malcolm staying at your uncle’s home while I go to an inn?”
Would Cat enjoy staying in Inverness with Andrew at an inn, if they could persuade her aunt and uncle not to be offended because they were not staying with them?
She would not have thought so earlier today, having believed Andrew to be both cold and unyielding. But Andrew’s unselfish giving of pleasure to her tonight had drastically changed Cat’s perception of him.
Andrew was not cold or unyielding. He simply guarded his emotions so as to appear that way.
Here, in the privacy of her bedchamber, he had not hesitated to reveal the deep sensuality of his nature. Of his being a man who was unafraid to voice his desire to first spank her and then pleasure her with his hands and tongue.
Desires Cat had been surprised to discover she shared. The need to have Andrew first spank her and then arouse her to such a height of pleasure, he had given her the first sexual climaxes of her life.
A spanking and a sexual ecstasy which Cat knew she wanted to feel again.
As she wanted to touch and kiss the hard length of Andrew’s cock and give him that same pleasure.
She reached up to run her fingers lightly down the rigid contours of his cock pressing against the front of his pantaloons. “Yes, I will like that too,” she confirmed softly.
Andrew gave a choked groan of pleasure before lifting her caressing hand so that he could kiss each of her fingertips in turn. “Thank you for your honesty.”
She smiled. “Far better to be so than I should ‘waste precious time indulging in ridiculous flirtation that
