Page 60 of Rescued By the Highland Warrior
“Ye didnae answer me question,” Moira demanded shakily, “dae ye or dae ye nae regret layin’ wi’ me? I need tae ken, it is drivin’ me–”
But before Moira could finish, he took hold of her face.
His grip was gentle but firm, and the moment his fingers touched her skin, Moira’s breath caught in her throat. Roderick’s eyes were dark, filled with so much intensity that it sent a shiver down her spine.
He lowered his head so that his lips came to meet hers.
It happened so quickly that before Moira knew it, their tongues had intertwined and he silenced her as he deepened their kiss.
She let her eyes flutter shut, letting herself be taken by him, overwhelmed by the way he made her feel.
When he released her, his eyes were soft, like they had been the night before in the lodge.
“I regret lettin’ down me faither,” he said, “but I dinnae regret bein’ wi’ ye.”
That was all Moira needed, and despite the ambiguity of his words, a rush of relief swept through her. She felt a little lighter, though there was an undeniable fire within her— a raw, burning desire to close the distance and press herself against him.
She brought her hands to the back of his neck, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him close toward her.
Her mouth met his, the fire deep within her groin spurring her on. She had little time for softness or uncertainty as he kissed her back with force.
His hands quickly roamed down her sides, pulling her even closer than they had been before.
They panted heavily as they made their way toward Roderick’s bed, forcibly removing each other’s clothes once again. They kissed clumsily, with need, as they navigated their way on top of the sheets.
Roderick thrust two fingers inside her, massaging her inner walls as she let out a deep moan.
This time she had no intention of shying away– her eyes widened as she took in his large member, hard and pressing into the space between them.
She tugged it with her hand, which caused Roderick’s face to break out into a wry smile. Taking her two hands into his, he pushed them back above her head.
Moira traced Roderick’s scar with her finger, as she lay beside him—her body still humming with satisfaction.
He smiled, kissing her hand and sending a jolt of lightning through her.
“At this rate,” Moira said softly, “we’ll never get tae solvin’ this investigation.”
“Aye,” Roderick sighed, turning slightly to rest his head against the back of the bed. “Where are we at? There's a shadowy figure, the possibility that me faither was poisoned by herbs although we have nay proof… I dinnae ken what else we could find.”
“Right,” Moira said, her eyes sharpening. “And let us nae forget the arrow… there’s evidence that could point to some people, but there’s naething that proves actual intent. There’s nay reason that any o’ the councilmen would want tae hurt yer faither, they would have been better off if he were still alive.”
“It’s strange,” Roderick said. “But there’s got tae be somethin’ we’re missin’.”
“Hmm,” she responded thoughtfully. She was still certain that the letters could reveal more information, but she decided not to press yet. She hoped he would tell her of his own accord soon.”
“We still have some time left today,” he replied.
Roderick got up. Moira couldn’t help but drag her gaze across his bare body, sitting up, her cheeks burning as he walked.
“What dae ye mean?” She asked with a smile.
“It is time fer another feast.”
Moira’s smile faded and she groaned as she lay back back onto the bed.
“I’d like naethin’ more than tae stay layin’ wi’ ye, Moira,” he said, putting on his trews. “But we have tae go.”
“Aye,” she sighed, “I ken. It will surely be useful.”
