Page 11 of The Runaway Bride and the Highlander
He did mean the words but knew he was not being entirely honest, for he certainly was not sorry he had been given the opportunity of seeing her naked beauty. She was as delightful a sight beneath her clothes as he had already seen above them, but he was not Colum and never would be. When he had brought any lass to his bed, it had always been a consensual experience. He certainly would not take something from a woman that she did not desire to give him.
Reaching his hands above his head, he pulled at the collar of his shirt and tore it from his body. She now needed to cover herself once again due to his actions.
“Here,” he said, handing her the shirt.
By the blooming redness of her cheeks, she was clearly embarrassed to look upon his nakedness, yet he could not help but notice how she appeared to drink him in before dropping her gaze and taking the shirt from him.
“Thank ye, my laird,” she said tenderly, appearing touched by his offering.
“I didnae mean tae offend ye with my words, Skylar.” Her name sounded more than pleasant on his lips. “‘Tis only that I forgot ye were in a nunnery because o’ the way ye look.”
She frowned at him then, still standing there and holding his shirt in her hand. “I dinnae ken what ye mean by such a statement,” she replied.
“Well, look at ye,” he said, gesturing toward her. “Nuns are ordinarily angelic lasses, a bit like yerself. But with ye, there’s something different. I noticed it the first time I laid eyes upon ye. Ye have fight in ye. When I got close enough tae look intae yer eyes, I didnae see an innocent wee woman. Ye have a fire within ye, Skylar. When I look at ye, I see fire and strength and…” He nearly held off from saying the last word, and when it escaped from his lips, he breathed it more than spoke it. “…and sin.”
Once more, she looked embarrassed, and yet, she did not pull her eyes away from his smoldering gaze. A thick tension built between them in that moment, and Maxwell was certain, as her eyes softened, that Skylar desired him as he desired her.
She lifted the shirt in her hand and nodded to it. “Thank ye,” she said, indicating that she desired to put it on. Maxwell returned a nod, showing his understanding, and turned his back to her, giving her what little privacy he could in such a small space. Even as he was faced away from her and knew he must remain that way for decency’s sake, he could barely hold himself from turning to gaze upon her naked beauty. The urge was even stronger when he heard the dress fall to the ground.
Gripping his hands tightly into fists, he tried to think of anything else but what she would look like completely unadorned. He thought of Colum and where he might be now.I’ll bet her skin is like silk.He thought of Johnson and his real reasons for wanting Skylar.Would her nipples get even harder between my teeth?He thought of what might happen when Johnson realized what he had done.She would be wet and soft when I lose myself deep inside her.
“Ye can turn around now.” Her voice sounded thick and filled with desire.
It had felt like the longest torment, but Maxwell finally turned toward her once more. He wondered how old she had been when she had been taken the first time. He wished it could have been him. She may have come from the nunnery, but he had no doubt she was certainly not as innocent as she portrayed. Her hard nipples peeked through the material of his shirt as it lay against her skin. They were pert and ready for his tongue to taste. Once more, his shaft jerked to attention as the ruminations of desire continued to grow along with his masculine appendage.
Why am I torturing myself?
Maxwell tried to shake the thought of taking her from his head, and yet, he could not help but approach her. Lifting his hand to her cheek, he caressed his knuckles across the soft skin, moving slowly to her lips and wondering how the plumpness of them would feel beneath his own, or on any other part of his body, for that matter.
With his cock now solid, he was only grateful for his loose clothing and the darkness of the night. With all the strength he could muster, he was about to take a step back from her when she slowly raised her hand to him.
“I am sorry about hitting ye,” she said, her fingers softly brushing his forehead. “It was only that I was frightened it was Colum coming back tae get me.”
“It’s all right. I understand.”
She frowned with concern. “I’ve caused a lump where I walloped ye. Does it hurt?”
Maxwell shook his head. “It’d take more than a flask o’ whisky tae do me any damage. Believe me, many have tried,” he replied, his own voice now thick and surprising him a little.
Her hand trailed from his forehead, her fingers dancing on the skin of his neck until, eventually, it came to rest on his chest. He watched her as she threaded her fingers through his body hair. Her expression was difficult to surmise. Part of her looked as though she had never seen a man’s body before, and the other part, as a small smile danced upon her lips, appeared to relish the sensation of his skin beneath her touch.
Maxwell could not ignore his urges any longer. Her lips were slightly parted in the wonder of her exploration. The sight of them only made him want to delve his tongue inside, to taste her, arouse her, and force her to want him as desperately. Slowly, he lowered his head while she looked up at him at the same time, bringing her mouth ever closer to his. They were only a breath away from her soft lips moving beneath his.
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