Page 46 of Kilty Plea
“Aye.” Her lips curled into a grin, and her eyes, so close, suddenly sparkled. Not with tears, but with something else. “And ye must concede it could be the same for me, aye?”
His response was an immediate shake of his head. “Nay.”
“Nay?” She frowned, but teasingly. “Why no’? Why could I no’wantto bring ye pleasure?”
“Because ye are beautiful, Flora, and I’m…”A monster.He shook his head. “I’m no’.”
“Oh, suck a duck!” She blew out a breath and straightened, her hands going to her hips as she shook her head. “Suck a duck, Payton.”
His lips twitched at her language. Even when she was being difficult, he loved this woman!
Flora was scowling for certes as she stared down at him. Finally, she reached for his hands. “I’m no’ beautiful,” she said, pulling him to his feet. “But ye’re the only man who’s ever said that to me.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Shut up, Payton, and take yer clothes off.”
He blinked. “Why?”
“Because, ye dobber.” Flora reached up, clapped her hands on either side of his face, and drew him down to her. “I’m going to show ye how beautifulyeare.”
Chapter 9
Unresisting,Payton allowed her to push him down to the mattress. They were both nude now, although he’d offered little noises of protest throughout.
The silly man still didn’t understand, did he?
“Flora—” he began, but she straddled him, and he nearly bit his tongue off.
“Last night, ye showed memypleasure was important,” she whispered to him, moving up his body until her hands were pressed into the bed on either side of his head. She could feel his cock, already stiff, brushing against her arse. “And I want more.”
“Aye, lass.” His voice was raspy as he settled his hands on her hips. “Aught ye want, I’ll give it to ye.”
‘TwasnaeI love ye, but ‘twas close enough. Flora grinned.
“Good. I was hoping ye’d say that.”
Then she kissed him.
It wasn’t a desperate sort of kiss, nor a gentle one. More…teasing. Sheteasedhis lips with hers, and then with her tongue, wondering if he could taste how much she wanted him.
The ale is making ye bold.
Nay, whatever effects the ale might’ve caused had dried up when she’d seen the Abbot. Hearing his words, hearing how he’d manipulated Payton, and expected to continue to manipulate him…it had made her want to attack the man; to hurt him for the way he’d hurt her, the way he was trying to hurt Payton.
Then she remembered Payton didn’t belong to her, not really.Ye ken as well as I, Flora and I arenae truly married.Payton himself had said that.
But shewantedto be. Running—and the tears—had seemed natural, and until he’d found her, she hadn’t been really certainwhyshe was crying. But then he was there, and she knew; she was crying for what she’d lost withhim.
And now, after hearing his stupid reasoning, his attempts to place his own fears in her mouth…Flora knew she’d have to show him the truth.
So,thiskiss…’twas all about drawing him out. Showing him how much she loved him.
Her lips trailed over his scar, his brows, his hairline. Really, she’d only bothered makingthatmove because it moved her breasts into his face, which turned out to be quite a lot of fun. His tongue found her nipples, and a giggle escaped her lips before she could control it.
His hands had slid around to her rear end, his fingers kneading the flesh there. She knew she’d put on weight since arriving at MacIntyre Castle, but would never becurvy.
He didn’t seem to mind.
