Page 29 of Kilty By Association
Damnation. Mayhap heshouldstroke himself.
Just to help ye sleep.
Aye, just for that.
His eyes opened, staring sightlessly through the darkness, as one hand crept beneath the blanket he’d tossed over his hips. His cock was thickening in excitement, and when he wrapped his hand around it, a breath hissed from between his lips.
A few tugs, and he couldn’t help the way he groaned.
“Elspeth.”
That’s when he heard it: a scratching sound coming from the walls. Craig froze, senses on alert.
Faintly there came the sound of a door opening. He could hear the hinges, then the faint inhalation as whoever was behind it came in contact with the tapestry in front of it. He knew what that meant; someone had used the secret passage to enter his room.
“Who’s there?” he barked, wishing he’d taken his sword to bed instead of his hard-on. “Who are ye?”
No answer, but the soft sounds of bare feet on the floor. He pushed himself upright, and now swung with one arm. “What are ye doing, ye bastard?”
The bed dipped, and he was already reaching for that spot, when a voice he recognized whispered, “I needed ye.”
And he froze.
Elspeth needed him, and he couldn’tnotgo to her, help her. Lay down his life for her. For her safety, for her happiness.
“What do ye need, love?” he rasped, arm still frozen in the act of reaching for her.
“Ye,” she murmured, crawling atop the mattress, so he had to fall back against the pillows until she loomed over him—or would’ve, had there been enough light to see her do it.
Och.Well, aye, he could do this for her, as well.
‘Twas as if he’d conjured her with his naughty fantasies. She washere. She’d come tohim.
Craig grinned up at her. “What do ye have in mind, love?”
“This.”
He felt her throw one long leg over his thighs, then her palms were on his shoulders and she was straddling him. He froze when the junction of her thighs came into contact with his hardness which had jutted from beneath the blanket.
“Elspeth,” he rasped, his hands settling on her thighs. “Are ye—ye’re wearing a chemise?”
“Aye,” she drawled.
“Justa chemise?”
There was the rustle of linen above him, and he felt the material pull from under his hands. In a heartbeat, his palms rested against the smoothness of her thighs. Herskin. Naught stood between them.
“No’ anymore,” she whispered impishly, and Craig felt a chuckle crawling up his chest.
Not at her words, necessarily, but because she was here. Because she’d come to him.
He slid his hands up her thighs to her hips, then up her sides. He halted just beneath her tits. “Elspeth,” he groaned.
Then her hands were on his, drawing them upward, cupping them around her breasts, and they both sucked in a gasp at the contact.
Elspeth was slender, even after her pregnancies, and her tits were small, more pliable, less firm than those belonging to a younger woman. Craig had no opinion on this fact, he was just delighted to finally—finally!—be holding them.
His thumbs brushed against her nipples, and she whimpered, falling forward once more to brace herself over him, and he wished he could see her.
