Page 58 of Kilty By Association
Loved.
His hands were callused, first from his work in the smithy, then his time holding a sword. A lady might’ve shuddered to feel him touch her this way, but to Elspeth, his calluses, his scars made him more delicious.
The only shuddering she was doing was in pleasure as his palms skimmed across her shoulders or his fingers caressed her back.
“Christ’s Blood, lass, ye’re beautiful,” he murmured against the skin of her neck.
“Lass now, instead of wife?” she teased.
“Wife. Ye’re beautiful.”
“Andye…” Her fingers plucked at the linen of his shirt. “Are still too dressed.”
“Dinnae move,” he commanded, straightening to pull his shirt from his torso, and unbuckle his plaid. His boots had already gone missing somewhere…
When he was standing nude before her, he planted his hands on his hips and allowed her to look her fill. “Satisfied?” he growled.
She grinned wickedly. “No’ hardly.”
Chuckling, he stepped forward. But instead of moving intoher arms where she beckoned him, Craig dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Craig, what—”
“I’ve wanted to taste ye since that first night.” His fingers teased her inner thighs until she opened wider for him.
Part of her was embarrassed by how wet she knew she must be already, but she’d wanted him for so long. In an attempt to distract herself, she gasped, “The night I came through the secret passages?”
“Nay.” He paused to send her a smirk. “The night ye sat on my lap and kissed me.”
“’Twas a matter of national securi—oh.”
Elspeth was certain whatever she’d been about to say would’ve been witty and intelligent. But at that moment, Craig’s lips found her cleft, and the first touch of his tongue on that sensitive space made her gasp, her hands falling to his head.
He seemed to understand this was a first for her and went slowly. His touches were gentle, coaxing, and his tongue equally languid. Slowly, she relaxed, her head dropping back to stare at the bed hangings as her focus centered on what he was doing.
As the pleasure built, her fingers tightened in his hair, and she felt himhumagainst her. His tongue dipped into her, twice, thrice, until she realized she was squirming against him, becoming desperate.
His fingers weren’t still either, teasing and caressing, and Elspeth wasn’t certain how much longer she could stand this gentle torture.
“Craig!”
He hummed again, seeming to understand. His tongue dipped into her one last time, and then was replaced by a finger—nay, two fingers, while a third stroked lower. He curled the fingers inside her, so long, so rough…and she felt them brush against the secret spot inside her which caused her to gasp and buck against his hold.
And then his mouth closed around the little bud of pleasure at the top of her cleft, his tongue flicking languidly…and she exploded.
His name jerked from her lips in a keening sort of cry.
“Craaaaaiiig…” She arched into him, unconscious of the way she used her hold on his hair to grind his mouth against her.
After a long moment, the tremors of her inner muscles eased and she realized how tightly she was holding him. When she relaxed, Craig pulled away, only far enough to tip his head back to meet her eyes.
He was grinning, and his mouth and chin were covered in her wetness.
How primitive.
How messy.
How erotic.
