Page 34 of Plaid Attitude
Now his cock was rigid, propping demandingly at her hip. “I wanted to help ye relax,” he admitted as his hand found her braid, tugging her head back so she could meet his eyes.
She grinned wickedly. “And ye ken exactly how to do that.”
He was still for a long moment, searching her eyes. Finally, he asked softly, “Do ye trust me?”
“Absolutely.”
She hadn’t had to think about it. Aye, she trusted him. She always had.
And he’d never let her down.
Suddenly his hands were on the ties of her gown, loosening it. In bemusement, she watched him undress her with efficient, competent moves. She helped when necessary, but soon she was standing in the middle of her bedchamber, nude.
Thank goodness for the heat of the fire in the hearth, and the heat of her blush.
He was still fully dressed—boots and all—when he stepped back and just…lookedat her. His hands were on his hips, his cock tenting his kilt, and he juststared.
Suddenly more self-conscious than she’d ever been in her life, Coira swallowed and folded her arms in front of her.
“Nay!” He leapt forward, tugging at her wrists, pulling her arms and holding them away from her body. He continued to stare. “St. Berthwald’s ballocks, Coira, I kenned ye’d be magnificent, but…”
It was the way his whispered words sounded almostreverent…Thatwas what eased her nervous worry. Slowly, she felt her muscles relax. “Really?”
“Love…” His gaze rose to meet her eyes. “I’ve seen ye take on two of my best warriors, each holding a pair of blades. I’ve seen ye hit the center of a target with an arrow from atop yer horse. I’ve seen ye back down messengers and merchants and angry emissaries from other clans.I’ve seen ye. And now…” He blew out a breath and shook his head. “Magnificent doesnae begin to describe ye.”
The blush was back.
But so was her soft grin. “Thank ye for seeing me, Doughall,” she whispered.
In an instant, his mouth was on hers, and he was nudging her backward. Backward until the backs of her knees hit the wooden chair before the hearth, and she collapsed into it.
He followed, dropping to his knees in front of her, his lips still on hers, almostfrantic. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for the ride.
And what a ride ‘twas! His lips wereeverywhere! And so were his hands. This time, there was no gown, no chemise to shield her skin from the heat of his touch. His palms stroked down her shoulders and arms, causing her to shiver, then found her hips and slid up her sides, making her squirm against the hard wooden seat.
When his rough palms settled on her breasts, she whimpered in need.
He caressed, he squeezed, he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Then he hefted both breasts and lifted his mouth away from her throat to stare down at them. “Fooking magnificent,” he breathed reverently, before lowering his mouth to them.
She bucked forward, her legs falling open to him, as pleasure shot through her limbs.
Things got a little hazy after that, as her skin lit with flames of his touch. She found herself settled back against the chair, his lips working their magic and his fingers…
His fingers found her core, stroking the hidden pearl in her curls, and her breathing grew short.
Then his mouth was moving, trailing hot kisses between her breasts and down her belly and—
“Doughall!” she gasped, a heartbeat before his lips found her core.
This was… This was…
The book had this on page seventy-nine…nay, forty-three…nay, ‘tis a sort of….
Coira couldn’t form a coherent thought, but she didn’t mind one bit, because at that moment, his finger slid into her and she moaned.
When he grinned, shefeltit.
His tongue was doing wicked, wonderful things, lapping and teasing, while he slid a second finger into her. It was incredible and felt naught at all like when she did the same at night beneath the blankets.
