Page 57 of Don't Give A Damn About My Plaid Reputation
“Can we have sex like this?”
His hands were on her hips and he made a noise halfway between a laugh and a groan. “Ye’re a virgin, lass.”
She twisted so she could frown over her shoulder at him. “What does that have aught to do with the question?”
“Yer first time should be…special.” His voice sounded hoarse, but in the dim light, ‘twas hard to see his expression.
She was feeling strangely irritated now, and she wasn’t certain if ‘twas because her orgasm had been delayed, or because he wasn’t wholeheartedly taking her virginity. Robena huffed as she threw her leg over one of his hips.
He tried to help her slide off him, but that wasn’t what she wanted. Instead, she twisted around until she was facing him fully, then lifted one of her legs back over him.
Now she straddled his hips once more, but facing him.
“Ikenwe can have sex like this.” She’d seen the illustrations in Wynda’s book.
His hands had landed on her hips once more and now slid up her sides. “Are ye certain, lass?” He sounded strained.
“Aye, Kester.” She leaned forward—the movement pressing his cock between her curls and his stomach—and said in a wickedly teasing tone, “I want ye tofookme, milord. I want to feel yer cock deep in me as I find pleasure. I want to scream yer name.”
“Jesu Christo,” he breathed, already reaching for her breasts. Then he repeated, “Jesu Christo, Robena. I almost lost ye.”
“Aye, but ye saved me. And we might no’ have forever—” Her voice caught, refusing to allow herself to focus on that right now. “But we have tonight.”
His hands stilled, and she watchedsomethingcontort his expression.
In a blink of an eye, he went from shocked to determined, and he lifted his palms to cup her cheeks. This required her to lean forward, toward him, and since that meant his cock jutted hard against her clitoris, she didn’t mind at all.
“Lass…Robena, isnowan appropriate time to tell ye I love ye?”
His voice sounded half-tortured, half-exasperated, and she allowed her fond smile to bloom. “What are we now? Sixty-five percent of the way through our story?” She pretended to think about it as she teased him, her hands supporting herself on his shoulders. “Aye, I think ‘tis appropriate.”
“Well….” His lips curled in a smile as he tugged her closer. “We might be at sixty-eight percent by now.”
“Just say it, Kester.”
“I love ye, Robena Oliphant.”
A sense ofrightnessmelted through her, and she sighed softly as she lowered her lips to his. “And I love ye,” she whispered against his skin.
With a groan, he slid his palm around to the back of her head, pulling her closer for a kiss. She cupped his cheeks—delightfully scratchy with the days’ worth of whiskers—in her hands and held him.
This position shifted her forward, until the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. ‘Twas completely natural to sink back, to seat herself atop it. They both stiffened at the sensation, then slowly relaxed, their lips still pressed to one another.
They were sharing the same air.
Robena had never felt sofull. Full, but also…whole. As if a part of her had been missing all this time andhe’dbeen the one to complete her.
She wanted to move, but he was still lying still beneath her.
So, she flexed her hips just slightly, remembering the way she’d moved when she’d been on her side. The motion wrenched a groan from him, but she was too busy gasping in delight, as a million tiny points of pleasure burst inside her.
“Lass,” he growled, sounding in pain, “are ye—? Do ye need…?”
“I need to move.” She planted her palms on either side of his head. “I need—”
She wasn’t certain what she needed.
But he was.
