Page 48 of Kilty Plea
The pleasure built and built, and his hands…oh God, his hands were everywhere. Cupping, holding, tugging. He played with her nipples, he found her arse. And then he tucked his fingers between them, his thumb finding her little nub, and brushing against it gently.
“Pay—” she gasped, not able to finish the rest of the word, as her body convulsed.
She rocked forward, placing her hands on the mattress above his shoulders, leaning toward him…givinghimcontrol.
Payton understood. With a growl, he slammed upward, his hips bucking beneath hers, his movements almost frantic. One hand held her hip, and the other continued to torture her with the gentle touches.
Her breasts were close enough for him to put in his mouth, but he didn’t.
“Look at me, lass,” he rasped.
And as her hair fell down around them, blocking the outside world, she did.
She looked deep into his fascinating brown eyes, and she fell.
“Come for me, Flora. Comewithme.”
That command sent her over the edge.
She gasped his name again as her orgasm burst over her,stretch stretched stretchingby the sensation of him plunging into her core. Each thrust was a tease, somehow expanding her pleasure beyond what she could’ve imagined.
“Oh, God,Flora,” he yelled…and she felt liquid heat spilling into her from below. Still, he continued his thrusts—twice, thrice more—and she finally collapsed back atop him, sheathing him to the hilt in her body.
Oh God, indeed.
That had been…
Flora couldn’t find words for it, even if shecouldfind breath.
That had been life-alteringly magnificent. There. How aboutthat?
She’d collapsed awkwardly over him, and she was fairly certain her hair was in his mouth, but he was breathing as hard as she was. Her cheek was pressed to his shoulder, and as their heartbeats calmed, she felt his member soften and slide from her.
Her lips curled into a grin.
He was hers, now, and she was his.
When she rolled off him, they both made a sort of grunt, and he rolled as well, as if unwilling to lose her. They ended up on their sides, facing one another. Faces inches apart.
“There,” she whispered. “Do ye understand?”
His warm gaze flicked between hers for a long moment, as if searching for the truth. Then he said, simply, “I am…beginning to.”
“I love ye, Payton.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “I love ye, no’ because ye saved me, no’ because ye found my brother and gave him a place. I love ye because ye’reye. Because ye’re a good man, a caring man, a man who worries about others, and who wants what’s best for those around ye. I loveye.”
Slowly, she watched his expression change. ‘Twas like seeing the sun rise, or a trickling stream turn into a waterfall. Until he was smiling.
“I believe ye,” he whispered, and there was something likewonderin his voice.
“I love ye,” she said again, hoping he understood she was speaking the truth. What they’d just shared, it hadn’t been about obligation, or bribery, ormanipulation, as the Abbot had called it.
This had been beautiful.
This had been… She swallowed and closed her eyes.
What they’d just shared had felt like aforever.
“Marry me, Flora.”
