Page 44 of Wild Wicked Scot
“And then I realized what I was doing. And I further realized that I didn’t want to do it. I’d been caught up in a moment, and thank heaven, I remembered myself, for I never would have forgiven myself.”
He didn’t know if he believed her. “Why no’ go on with it, then?” he scoffed. “You clearly held no regard for me.”
“Now, that is simply not true,” she said patiently, and lightly kissed his shoulder. “I hold a great deal of regard for you. I didn’t go on with it for the same reason you didn’t. Because I had taken vows before God and made them to you.”
“Aye, that you did,” he snapped.
For some reason, his irritation made her giggle. Before Arran could say that he did not find it the least bit amusing, she bent down and kissed his nipple, her teeth grazing it and igniting a fire in him. He rolled away from her, onto his side.
Margot stubbornly kissed the point between his shoulder blades. “Were younevertempted?” she asked.
“Aye, of course I was tempted,” he said, making a feeble attempt to bat her away. “I’m a man. But I was married and I didna act on it.”
“Then you’re much stronger of character than am I.”
He grunted at that. “You’ll be astonished, no doubt, that admitting your weakness does no’ pacify me in the least. It only makes me more suspicious of you.”
She kissed the back of his neck. “I didn’t tell you to pacify you. I told you to be completely honest and offer you mysincerestapologies.”
“Then you’d best start offering, madam—the list is quite long.”
“Yes, it is, and I do offer them, Arran,” she said, and her hand slid around to his chest. “I offer my apologies for everything.”
Everything.What did that mean, really? He looked over his shoulder at her.Diah, but the woman could fire his blood, her lips dark rose against her skin made milky by the moonlight. She looked so earnest. So treacherous. So desirable. His head warred with his heart. His heart warred with his cock. What was he doing with her? Why had he not sent her home straightaway?
“Iamsorry,” she said, biting his arm lightly. “Can you not see how I’ve tried to show you? I danced. I drank ale. I came to you. It’s not pretense—it’s my sincere effort to please you.”
“Ach, it shows me nothing,” he said with a flick of his wrist. “You might do the same for a new gown.”
“Then perhaps this will convince you,” she said, and kissed his ribs.
Arran jerked. He was ticklish there. “Donna do that.”
Margot moved lower, her hair trailing down his arm as her mouth moved across him. She kissed his abdomen, lingering there.
He wouldn’t fight it. He was incapable of fighting it. He was brought to mind of their wedding night, of how beautiful and innocent she’d been. And completely ignorant of what went on between a man and a woman. It was utterly impossible that she should have reached adulthood with no carnal knowledge, but it appeared that was precisely the case. He had not relished taking her virginity the way some men did, but when the task was done, he had loved teaching her what pleased her. And what pleased him. And the many ways they could enjoy each other.
She moved lower, her tongue teasing the tip of his cock. Had he taught her this, as well? How to drive a man to utter madness? “I’m no’ a woman,” he warned her. “I’ll no’ be swayed by a bloody kiss. I’ll trust you no more by morning’s light.”
“You most certainly are not a woman,” she agreed, and took him into her mouth.
Arran lost his will to argue; his eyes fluttered shut as her lips moved over him, her tongue circling the girth of him. She wasn’t an innocent virgin anymore. Just a touch, a kiss, and he found himself unable to deny her a bloody thing. He’d always been tender with her, conscience of her youth and naïveté. But she was different now. She was lustier. Mature. Seasoned in a way that could only come from a marriage bed and time. She stoked something unworldly in him that made him feel as if he could hurl cabers, swim oceans and wrestle bears.
She was quickly driving him to the point of oblivion, and Arran suddenly surged up. He caught her beneath her arms, and in one swift movement, he put her on her back and moved between her legs, pushing them aside with his knees. Margot clawed at her chemise, pulling it up, clear of her pelvis, and Arran pressed the tip of his massive erection against her, moving in tantalizingly slow motions against her wet, warm sex.
Margot grasped his hips, pulling him closer, arching her back so that he could feel her body pulsating against his. She was clearly enjoying herself. She was as willing a partner as a man could ever hope to have, unafraid of Arran or his body, unafraid to take pleasure where she could. She had become the sort of lover that men dreamed of possessing in a moment like this.
He slid into her body, and Margot flung her arms wide with a sigh of pure pleasure. Arran closed his eyes and lost himself in that exquisite sensation, slipping his hand between her legs to caress her as he moved with increasing urgency. She responded by raking her hands down his back and lifting her knees, locking her feet behind his back. She was breathing heavily, as lost as he was in the physical sensations of their lovemaking. Her deepening pleasure made him burn madly to give her more.
When she began to pant, Arran clasped her tightly, lifted his hips and thrust deep into her, over and over again until Margot cried out and her body spasmed around his. His own release followed, the force of it racking his body.
He dropped his forehead to her shoulder, and it was several moments before he could find the strength to lift his head again. When he did, Margot’s smile was seductive and sated. “Oh, Arran, you’ve always pleased me so,” she murmured, and kissed his eyes, his temple.
This woman was terrifying. She could snatch his breath with only a smile. She could make him overlook her perfidy, could make him forgive everything just so that he might have her. “Have I pleased you more than Sir Dalton?”
“Infinitely,”she assured him.
Arran grunted his satisfaction with that answer. He kissed her again as he eased out of her body and rolled onto his back. Margot sighed happily and nestled against him with her head on his chest, her arm draped across him.
