Page 30 of Scot of Deception
“Such a good lass fer me,” Blaine whispered in her ear and a rush of wetness coated her core at the praise. “Let us see ye.”
As he spoke, his hand reached up to tug at the neckline of her dress, insistently pulling it lower and lower, to reveal her breasts. He didn’t bother with undressing her completely. He only pulled it low enough for her nipples to peek over the fabric, rubbing against the edge of it with every breath she took in a way that drove her wild.
“So bonnie,” he said, taking a moment to lean back and gaze at her. Then, he dipped his head low and traced a line over the swell of her breast with his tongue until he could circle the hardened nub of her nipple with the tip.
It was a sensation unlike anything Kathleen had ever felt before. Blaine’s breath was hot over her skin, but when he withdrew, she felt the air’s chill even more intensely where his mouth had been. The change was so sudden that it drew a gasp out of her, but then he did it again and again, drawing her nipple in his mouth to bite and tease at it.
Arching her back to chase the sensation, Kathleen tangled her fingers in Blaine’s hair, tugging gently at the strands. Blaine moaned in response, the sound reverberating right through her body, which prompted her to do it again—this time harder. Blaine pulled off her with a grin, letting his head tilt back as she pulled, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Ye’re a menace,” he said. “But I dinnae ken why I ever expected anythin’ else.”
Kathleen laughed softly, some of the tension bleeding off her shoulders. She had been so high-strung at the thought that this was truly happening that she had stiffened up despite herself and her best efforts. But Blaine’s amusement and the soft touch of his hand on her body put her right back at ease. She followed the movement of his fingers with her gaze, down her chest, her stomach, before they finally disappeared under the bunch of fabric around her hips to brush once, gently, over her mound.
Her breath was cut short. Blaine had barely touched her at all, but her opening pulsed with need, wetness gathering there with every passing moment. When Blaine finally traced the seam of her folds with her opening to find her dripping with desire, he moaned, letting his head fall forward until his forehead rested against her chest.
“Ye’ll be the death o’ me,” he said. Ever so slowly, his fingers began to trace small circles over the seam of her, teasing a spot that sent wave after wave of pleasure through her. “How’s that?”
“Good,” Kathleen gasped, her legs falling a little wider as if they had a mind of their own.
“How about this?” Blaine asked as he dragged his finger down her folds to her entrance, gathering some of her wetness to spread it over her skin.
Biting hard on her bottom lip in an attempt to silence her unbridled moans, Kathleen nodded. “Good… so good.”
Blaine settled close next to her, their bodies pressed together as he whispered in her ear. “I wish I could show ye just how good it can be with me inside ye. I wish I could sink intae ye an’ never leave.”
Kathleen wanted it, too; she wanted it more than anything, but she still had enough presence of mind to know that it was a terrible idea. So, she was determined to get as much as she could, even if it meant never feeling Blaine inside her.
Pressing one more kiss to her lips, Blaine shifted until he was lying between Kathleen’s legs, her thighs bracketing his head. Kathleen had thought it impossible before, but now her cheeks heated even more, the thought that Blaine could see everything, embarrassing her so much that she tried her best to close her legs—only for Blaine to push them open once more.
“Relax,” he told her. “Let me taste ye.”
Taste me?
In all the conversations she had heard from the maids, this had never been mentioned, nor had the healer told her anything of the sort. She understood what Blaine meant whenhis tongue darted out to press against her opening, soft and warm and more pleasurable than she could have ever imagined.
Crying out in pleasure, Kathleen held onto him once more, keeping his head between her legs. She felt him chuckle against her but then he dove right in to his task, dragging the flat of his tongue over her again and again.
Kathleen could only writhe underneath him, her thighs shaking and her body arching, chasing the sensation. Pressure built deep within her, coursing all over her body. After all the tension between them and her desire building up over the days, Blaine’s ministrations brought her quickly to the edge, her orgasm crashing suddenly over her.
She shook with the force of it, her core pulsing rhythmically as her thighs tightened around Blaine’s head. He worked her tirelessly through it, licking at the oversensitive flesh softly to coax every last drop of pleasure out of her, and only pulled back when Kathleen’s body finally relaxed completely, all her energy draining right out of her.
Even afterwards, she trembled with the aftershocks. She could have never known such pleasure was possible—and now that she had gotten a taste of it, she didn’t know how she could ever live without it.
As she rested there, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, Blaine pulled down her skirts and carefully adjusted her dress to cover her breasts. Once he was done, he pressed a kiss to her neck and pulled her close, holding her as she lay there, her limbs heavy and entirely useless.
Belatedly, she realized she had been the only one to reach her peak. Blaine, though, seemed perfectly content to simply hold her and Kathleen wouldn’t know where to start with giving him the same treatment.
Before she could agonize over it for too long, Blaine spoke, deciding it for her.
“Go tae sleep,” he said. “We have a long day ahead o’ us on the morrow.”
He said nothing more and neither did Kathleen. After a few minutes, she could hear his breathing turn deep and slow even, showing her that he was asleep. Kathleen didn’t have as much luck, though; thoughts raced relentlessly through her mind—what would happen now? Would things change between them? What did it mean for them?
She didn’t have the answers to any of those questions, and so they tormented her for the better part of the night, until sleep finally claimed her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Blaine opened his eyes to freezing cold. Next to him, the fire had long since died out, only the last embers remaining. But Kathleen was warm in his arms, soft with sleep, and for a moment, he let himself bask in the joy of having her next to him.
