Page 27 of Kilty as Sin
When they found his nipple, he shuddered.
“What are ye doing, lass?” he rasped.
Might as well be truthful. “I’m learning. If I’m to be married, I want to understand a man’s body.”
He might have groaned, or that might have been her imagination. He didn’t object, however, when her touch skimmed across his shoulder, then found his collarbone and his throat. She stroked him there, fascinated by the rough skin and how different he felt.
She thought she could spend the next several days just touching him. Days? Nay, years.
The rest of her life.
When she sighed, he echoed it.
Sneaking a peek up at his face, she was surprised to see his beautiful green eyes closed, his features screwed into an expression of pain. Pain? Because she was touching him?
She didn’t want tohurthim.
Her hand still on his skin, she shifted in his lap, a little disconcerted.
The movement did two things: rub her thighs together in such a way that sparks shot through her core at the same moment she realized how very wet the whole area was… and bring her arse in firm contact with something long and hard beneath his kilt.
They both sucked in a gasp at the same time.
Slowly, Grace straightened. She knew what that was, beneath Barclay’s kilt. Knew what it meant.
She might be sheltered, aye, but she’d spent a lifetime speaking with maids and serving lasses, and then a veryopen-mindedMother Superior at St. Dorcas the Ever-Petulant. What had she called it? A man’s member…something to do with chickens…?
Och, aye. Acock.
Grinning now, Grace shifted again, dragging her arse along hiscock, and was gratified to hear him groan aloud this time.
Her fingers were still pressed against his throat, and now she dragged them to his jaw.
“Barclay,” she whispered.
When he tipped his head to meet her eyes, she took advantage of the position, and raised her lips to his.
Another groan from him, this time one she felt in his chest…it sounded like surrender.
His arms were tightening around her, dragging her closer, even as his tongue flirted with hers.
Had she been aroused before? That was nothing compared to the way this man’s kisses could make her feel!
One of his hands went to the back of her head, massaging her wet scalp. Then, as she became adventurous with her kisses and her lips found his jaw, his touch moved to her neck, her throat…lower.
When his hand closed around her breast, she hissed,“Aye!” and arched into his hold.
This precipitous movement caused the plaid to fall from one of her shoulders, baring her skin to his gaze. Histouch.
“Grace,” he rasped, even as his fingertips dragged along her bare skin…as if he couldn’t help himself.
“Aye, Barclay.Please.”
When she lifted herself in his lap and pushed forward, her breast pressed into his palm, and he groaned in surrender once more.
“Grace, we cannae—”
“Just tonight, Barclay,” she panted, because he was rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Please. I—I need to understand.”
