Page 20 of Kilty Until Proven Innocent
“Drum!” she gasped again, tightening her legs around him.
“Come for me, Brigit,” he crooned, rubbing her pearl, his cock filling her. “Come for me, like a good lass.” His teeth nipped at her neck.
That was all the encouragement she needed.
Brigit groaned as her pleasure exploded again, her inner muscles squeezing his cock. Drum’s thrusts slowed, then stilled, allowing her to gyrate beneath him, milking her pleasure for each spasm, each breath-stealing wave of ecstasy.
All for her.
But Brigit didn’t want that. She wantedhimto find pleasure as well. So even as her orgasm crashed over her, she reached for him, pulling his lips down to hers again.
He tasted ofher, and she’d never considered that to be an erotic flavor, but Blessed Virgin, this wasDrummond. Her fingers dug into the back of his neck, pulling him closer, closer, closer, urging him to give himself to her.
It worked.
With a groan, he stiffened in her arms then rocked forward, plunging his cock to its hilt inside her. Shefelthim spill, felt the flood of warmth, of liquidheatfilling her.
And all she felt was satisfaction.
He was a considerate lover, one who kept track of her cycle and knew when to spill outside her body. But today? Today was different.Special.
And the absoluteshiteof it was…she didn’t know why.
Was this a goodbye? Or an acknowledgement of his innocence?
Or an attempt to apologize for all the secrets she’d held from him?
Because she knew what she had to do.
She had to bring him to the Queen, and when she did, he’d realize she’d been lying to him about who she really was.
Slowly, Brigit moved her hands down to his shoulders, then to his upper arms, tightening her fingers, squeezing him with her entire body. When she pressed her palms to the back of his shoulders, hugging him, she was holding his body with all of hers.
All of her heart and soul.
“God’s Blood, Brigit,” he whispered against her neck, where he had burrowed his face after he’d spilled. “That was…”
Magnificent.
So she sat there, holding him, cherishing him, allowing herself to feel all the joy, the regret, the guilt, the pleasure…as the sun sank in the afternoon sky.
Finally, his entire body shuddered, as if he’d been in a daze and now he was coming out of it, and he slowly straightened. As he pulled away, his softened cock slid from her, and Brigit couldn’t help the way she squeezed just slightly, as if she could keep him—all of him—with her.
The rueful twitch of his lips told her he understood.
But he merely sighed and flipped his kilt back down, then moved toward the wash cabinet where he kept the wash basin and rags, along with his whisky and glasses. He returned to her with a wet rag and cleaned her just as gently, just as reverently as he’d touched her before.
She was used to this treatment, but still, today was…different. She placed her hands on his shoulders in a kind of benediction as he performed the ablutions, and wondered if this was to be their last time together.
He’s innocent.
The certainty filled her.
Drummond hadn’t tried to kill the King. No one could act as well as he had today, especially not knowing she was a Queen’s Angel. Hewasinnocent, but he’d have to convince Their Majesties.
“Dine with me tonight,” she blurted.
From the way he twitched a brow as he straightened, he hadn’t expected the invitation. She hadn’t expected to issue it either. But she had to.
