Page 40 of Kilty Until Proven Innocent
“No’…No’ poison?” Distracted, Brigit moved her hands to his forearms, the way she’d been yearning, then wrapped her fingers around the corded muscles. Was it her imagination, or did he shudder slightly. “Why would the assassin…”
“Brigit…” Drum murmured, tipping her head back, gaze caressing her features. “Think.”
There was nae assassin?
She gasped in realization just as Drummond’s lips came down to claim hers, and then she wasn’t thinking at all. With a littlemewlof need, she rocked her hips forward, pressing her heat against his hardness, andaye Blessed Virgin ayehe was hard!
Hard and thick andneeding, just as she herself was. His cock jutted against her softness and she couldn’t help the way she ground against him as his tongue plundered her mouth, begging him to ease this ache in the way only he knew how.
Her arms rose to hook around his neck, to pull him closer as she leaned upward on her toes. Then he was moving, pressing her backward until her arse hit the stone wall behind her.
“Lass,” he murmured against her jaw, “I want ye.”
“Aye, Drum!” she gasped, wriggling in anticipation. Liquid heat pulsed in her core and he’d done naught butkissher, for fook’s sake. “Please.”
There was a clang as his helmet hit the floor, then his fingers were in her braid, tugging her head to the side so he could trail hot kisses down her neck. He was forceful and hard, a side of him she hadn’t seen before.
And Brigit decided she absolutely needed to see more of him like this.
“I’m angry, Brigit,” he growled, nipping at her skin. “But this? This heat between us?”
One hand closed around her breast, andthroughthe wool of her bodice and linen of her chemise, her nipple pebbled with need.
“Aye,” she gasped, arching into his touch. “This is real. ‘Tisalwaysreal.”
“Always,” he snarled against her skin. “Always.”
“Forever,” she promised, knowing despite her haze that ‘twas the truth. “Please, Drum,” she begged wriggling against his hardness.
His fingers squeezed, and the rough handling sent a jolt of awareness, ofexcitementto Brigit’s core. She moaned against his chest.
“I want ye.”
His simple words made her heart leap in joy. “Aye!”
“But I’m still angry.”
She could feel his anger, and in this moment, she wasn’t sorry for it, becauseGod’s Woundshis touch was making her hot. Still, Brigit forced her handsaway from his shoulders to his temples. Forced herself to focus, to say the words that needed to be said.
“Ye have a right to be angry, Drum. But when ye fook me, here and now, ‘twill no’ be an apology from me. I want ye, Ialwayswant ye. I am sorry, but this…” She shook him as much as she could. “Thisbetween us is no’ going to be sullied by manipulation.”
She saw the moment he understood.
Understood their attraction had never been part of the manipulation, part of her investigation.
I love ye,her heart cried, but she pressed her lips together, willing him to understand the simple truth before she tried to convince him of aught else.
“Nae apology,” he finally murmured with a little nod.
“Just us,” she assured him.
His hand had dropped from her breast and was now fumbling with his kilt. “Turn around, lass,” he growled, and her knees went weak from desire and triumph.
He nudged her toward the deep window ledge and bent her forward, helping her tug up her skirts and press them into place between her waist and the stone wall. She felt him at her back, felt him nudging her legs wider, and she went willingly, gratefully.
When he entered her, they both groaned in satisfaction.
“So wet,” he murmured. “For me.”
