Page 74 of Bride of the Wicked Laird
They placed four bronze goblets on the table along with jugs of mead, candied walnuts and almond cakes.
All four curtsied.
Ailis stepped forward, scooped up Feather who was curled asleep on one of the chairs by the fire. “I’ll look after this wee one fer tonight. I think the laird and his lady may enjoy being alone.” Grinning broadly, she gently placed Feather in her basket.
Everard laughed. “Taenight we shall only have eyes fer each other.”
Davina felt her cheeks flush with heat. “Ye’re very kind, Ailis. Thank ye. And good night tae ye, little one, be good fer Ailis.”
Mildred nodded, giving Davina a knowing smile, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’ve seen tae the preparation of yer bedchamber, me laird.”
With that, the four of them departed. Maxwell filled the four goblets with mead and handed them around.
He held his high. “Slàinte mhath. Tae Everard and Davina. May ye have a long life together as husband and wife, may it always be overflowing with happiness and contentment.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
It felt to Davina as if her entire body was fizzing with some new and exciting sensation she’d never before experienced. And she was quite certain it was not simply due to the two cups of mead she’d sipped.
No. She was longing to be alone with Everard to find out if what she’d learned from Aileen about the happenings and explorations that took place between a lad and a lass had any truth to it.
Everard hooked her arm over his as they paced along the passageway to his bedchamber.
“I can hardly wait tae take ye in me arms, wee wifey. Yet I’m aware of prying eyes hereabouts. What I wish fer us tae be at last alone together.”
The fizzing sensation peaked, almost to overflowing. By the time they arrived at his door, she was breathless with anticipation.
“Come.” He opened the door and hoisted her into his arms, kissing her as he strode toward his bed in the antechamber. The draped velvet had been looped and tied on the bedposts and he gently lowered her so that she lay spreadeagled against the pillows, the skirt of her green gown falling above her knee.
His eyes were indigo-dark as he gazed down at her. “Ye’re a sight tae behold, Davina MacNeil, lying there on me bed like a feast waiting fer me tae take the first bite.”
She giggled, making no effort at all to slide her gown lower over her knees.Let his eyes take their fill of me.
Levering herself onto one elbow she watched him loosen the belt holding his great kilt, noting the very large bulge that had appeared. She grinned at him as he slowly undid the gold brooch with the MacNeil crest holding his kilt over his shoulder and lowered the length of plaid, allowing it to drop to the floor.
She sighed with disappointment as his laced-up shirt reached over his muscled thighs, almost to his knees. Whatever was causing that mighty bulge was hidden from her view, and she was longing to gaze upon it.
Aileen had told her that a lad’s shaft hardened and grew so long it almost seemed impossible that it could enter a maid’s body.
After shedding his high leather boots, he slipped one knee onto the bed leaning over her.
“Now, ‘tis time I removed that pretty gown of yers.” His eyes gleamed in the firelight and her pulse quickened. She would be naked before him and he would have his way with every secret place of her body. She trembled as he undid the laces at the front of her gown, with desire. Heat was rippling through her, her skin sensitized, tingling as she recalled the way he’d touched her, in this very bed.
He teased the top of her gown aside and she felt the warm air caress her naked breast, their nubs puckering, growing hard and sensitive. He grunted, lowering his lips to take one of the nubs in his mouth, suckling it, hard, while his hand toyed with the other.
She drew in a sharp breath, moaning slightly. “Oh me laird…”
He looked up, offering a cheeky grin. “D’ye wish me tae stop?”
“Nay, I dinnae wish ye tae stop, but I wish a kiss from ye.”
Keeping his finger and thumb rolling the nub of her other breast he leaned over her and kissed her waiting mouth. She parted her lips as his greedy tongue swept her lower lip, and she met it with her own. The kiss deepened and his hand went to her knee and drew the hem of her gown higher, sliding clever fingers over her skin until he reached her mound.
Davina moaned.Aileen said naught of how this would feel, this pleasure, this feeling that I might die if he daesnae keep touching me.
His voice was hardly more than a honeyed-growl as they broke from their kiss, breathing deep and fast. “Yer skin is smooth and soft as silk.” He shifted, so that he could take her knee in his hand, pushing it gently apart from the other knee, opening her. All the while plying her with kisses on that same silky skin.
She gasped as his lips dawdled their way along her thigh. She called out, “Everard!” as he reached the molten place between her legs, slipping his tongue along her slick folds.
