Page 55 of Don't Give A Damn About My Plaid Reputation
On that whispered vow, he hauled her up against him, and his eyes fluttered closed.
* * *
Mmm.Robena was warm. Deliciously warm. And cozy, too.
She was lying on her side, her hand pillowing her cheek, and as she slowly woke, she couldn’t help the contented little wriggle her rear end made, delighting in the all-encompassingwarmthafter the frigid fright she’d had earlier.
That little wriggle was interrupted, however, by something hard.
Something hard pressed against—she experimentally uncurled a bit, arching her back—againstallof her. Something hard, something warm, curled around her, protecting her.
She grinned into the semi-darkness.
There was a hand on her hip, and that’s when she realized she was very, very naked.
Well, that’s the perfect state to be when this particular hardness is pressed against ye, aye?
Aye.
Yesterday, she’d almost died. Oh, she’d told Kester it had been more fear than injury which had put her to sleep as he’d pulled her from the water, but the ice cold hadn’t helped either.
But he’d cared for her. Hecaredfor her.
Even now, he was protecting her, warming her. Her belly was full, and she was warm and cherished.
He mumbled something in his sleep, his breath warm against the back of her neck, and his arm slid around her. The movement snugged her arse up against the most intriguing bit ofhardness, and his hand came to restalmosttouching her breast.
Well,almostisnae good enough, is it?
Because after yesterday, after the last days of beingalmostwith Kester, Robena knew what she wanted.
‘Twas time to make him hers.
Or make her his.
She was unclear on the terminology.
Sex. Ye want to have sex with him.
Aye, that was it.
Still smiling, she began, very slowly, to scooch down the bed, while gently lifting the heavy forearm which lay across her torso. It wasn’t easy, and it resulted in him shifting once or twice, but finally…
Finally…
She was able to rest his hand down, once more.
Where it belonged.
And when his callused palm cupped her small breast, almost completely covering it, she couldn’t swallow down the delighted moan, even knowingshe’dbeen the one to place him there.
‘Twas amazing howwonderfulthis man could make her feel, even without meaning to. His fingers tightened, and although it had most certainly been involuntary, she gasped and surged backward, her arse cradling his cock, flexing against it.
‘Twas his turn to make a noise very like a groan, as his thumb and forefinger found her nipple and rolled it.
This time she didn’t bother trying to swallow down her response, but arched in his hold, her hand reaching behind to his hip, and squeezing. St. Kelsi help her, if he wasn’t awake soon, she had to ensure he would be….
His movements languid and gentle, Kester’s callused fingers caressed the sensitive skin around her nipple, driving her mad. His thumb brushed against the swollen bud and the sensation shot straight down to the junction of her thighs, where her hips jerked as if he’d caressedanotherswollen bud.
