Page 40 of Scot of Desire
“Remember when we hid in a tree like this fer the first time?” he whispered to her.
“I remember. Nae sure I could ever forget that day.”
“Nor could I.” He smiled, bending down toward her. “It was the first time I kenned I’d always be there tae protect ye.”
“We were just children.” She giggled. “How could ye care fer me then?”
“It was easy. Like breathing.” He closed the distance between them.
It had been days since she had known the feeling of his lips on hers. She kissed him back with passion, like a drowning man, and the only air she could get was from him. He smiled into the kiss, for she could feel his lips turning up against hers.
“We’ll flee,” he whispered, pulling back just an inch and resting their foreheads together. His hands found her waist as hers rested in the center of his chest.
“What?”
“If Tad doesnae come back tomorrow, we’ll flee. We can elope.”
“Elope?” Her smile clearly told him everything, that she would happily elope in an instant. “Bran… it could start a war. Me clan would be at war with Laird Gilroy’s.”
“And ye’d have the might of me braither’s clan tae defend ye as well. I ken me braither.” He nodded firmly. “He would dae the same as me right now if it was his love in danger. He willnae hesitate in his decision.”
“Bran…” Without being able to say in words what she felt for him, she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Their bodies melded together in the hollowed-out tree. When they pulled away, Ilyssa was breathless, thinking only about the way Bran’s fingers weresplayed across her waist and not that they might be discovered at any moment. “I want ye,” she whispered, practically against his lips.
“I have already thought of that.” He winked at her, his smile making her stomach leap with excitement again. “Trust me?”
“Ye ken I dae.”
“Then follow me.”
They peered around the tree together, but clearly seeing there was no one in the grounds looking for them, Bran led her out from their hiding place. They crossed the grounds fast, heading between the trees and up toward the soldiers’ training grounds.
“Where are we going?” Ilyssa asked.
“Somewhere that nae many men go. I’ve been watching carefully.”
They cut behind the main barracks to an old disused timber structure out the back, distanced by some way from the other main buildings. It was old, the main door at an angle to the frame. Bran took hold of the door and pulled it open, towing Ilyssa inside.
They locked the door behind them.
Ilyssa looked around the disused barracks. At one time, it must have been part of the armory, for racks, empty of weapons, filled the walls. For whatever reason, the room had gone into disrepair. In the racks, instead, Bran had placed candles along one wall. In the middle of the space were blankets and cushions tossed together.
Ilyssa’s hand tightened in Bran’s own.
“I like the way ye think,” she whispered to him, her stomach tightening with excitement as he chuckled deeply.
“We havenae had chance fer a minute alone these last few days. Ye dinnae mind me planning in advance?”
“I intend tae take full advantage of it.” She turned toward him, her free hand pulling on his shirt, tugging him down toward her for a kiss.
Their lips brushing against each other’s were slow and sensual, a mere promise of what could come. Already, Ilyssa’s mind was taut with excitement, imagining what they would be doing together. She imagined Bran inside of her, pleasuring her as he had done before, then an idea filled her head.
She remembered the way she had wrapped her hand around his length when he’d neared his end. It seemed to intoxicate him, the sight of her touch upon him.
She pulled him into the middle of the room, the two of them maintaining their kiss as they stumbled together. His hands were on her waist as she began to pull at his clothes, their kiss growing more and more passionate with each passing second. He playfully bit her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entrance. She inhaled sharply at the pleasure of it, her hands moving toward his trews and tugging them open. She pulled his jerkin and shirt off too, then broke apart from their kiss to lower his trews to his hips. She moved down to her knees at the same time, staring up at him, watching as his eyes grew hooded with desire.
She reached her hand around his length, experimenting, moving the palm of her hand up and down, sometimes gripping hard, other times softer, moving her hand faster. Short, stuttered breaths escaped him as he watched her, never once looking away.
She inched forward, kissing along his hip as she continued to move her hand. His moaning grew faster, more excited, and she was certain he was now even harder beneath her touch. His hand moved to her hair. His fingers tangled in the lengths as he directed her head forward. It wasn’t too firm, but guiding with clear instruction, and she loved it. He wanted her to use her mouth.
