Page 55 of Kilty Until Proven Innocent
‘Twas all he had the time to say before she dropped on him.
If she’d yelled, she knew he would’ve had time to turn, but instead she threw herself at his back, arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold her in place. ‘Twas amazing tofeelhis response in his muscles, to realize the exact moment he recognized she wasn’t a real threat.
Still, his growl sounded realistic as he reached over his shoulder to grab her by the chemise andpullas he twisted. Somewhere along the way he also kicked the door shut, which was remarkably athletic, she thought.
Brigit ended up plastered against his front, legs wrapped around his middle, arms around his neck, as his tongue plundered her mouth.
Right where she wanted to be.
His hardness poked at her, telling her he was as ready for her as she was for him, and the knowledge made her smile against his lips.
He was the one to drop her on the bed, and she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him yank his shirt over his head. When he dropped to one knee, she thought he was untying his boot… So, she let out a squeal of surprise as he grasped her ankles and yanked her toward him.
Then his head wasunderher chemise, and Brigit let her thighs fall open with a happy sigh.
God in heaven, would she ever get used to the way he licked her?
Each stroke of his tongue, each caress of his fingers, sent her higher and higher, until she was squirming beneath his ministrations.
And when she came, she screamed his name to the canopy.
Drum emerged from her chemise lookingquitepleased with himself, and Brigit, breathless, reached for him.
His kiss tasted ofher.
And apparently somewhere along the line hehadmanaged to lose his boots.
Together, they squirmed out of the rest of their clothing, their lovemaking unhurried and leisurely now after the frantic beginning. Each touch was a caress, each brush of their lips against skin a tease… Their murmured words were meant to heighten the pleasure.
Soon she was throbbing in need once more.
Drum moved between her legs, then paused, staring down at her.
She knew what he was waiting for, and smiled as she reached up to clasp his shoulders. “Please, husband,” she whispered.
He loved her. Even now, months after their marriage, he cared enough to ensure she found her pleasure first. That, more than anything, sent Brigit soaring toward anticipated joy.
When he entered her, they both sighed with pleasure.
His strokes were slow, sensual, each plunge filling her completely and teasing her toward another orgasm. She arched into him, rocking her hips so his cock reached deeper.
Finally, in desperation, Brigit lifted her legs to clasp around his waist, finding the angle that suited them both.
His thrusts increased pace until he plunged into her hard and fast, each stroke releasing a little grunt or mewl from someone’s lips. Brigit was panting and Drum held her gaze, his eyes full of intensity.
The sensations grew stronger and stronger, until he reached between them to press his thumb against the small bud of her pleasure hidden among her curls.
She exploded again. “Drum!” she gasped, clutching at him with her arms, her legs, and her inner muscles.
With a low growl, he allowed his own ecstasy to overcome him.
After, he cleaned her carefully before ministering to himself, then gathered her into his arms and tucked them beneath the blankets.
She wouldn’t be surprised if he fell asleep. After all, her reports showed he’d been drinking with hisfriends and apparently playing some sort of card game. But after a few minutes, he pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Ye were lying in wait for me, eh, lass?”
She smiled in the darkness. “I was. Did I surprise ye?”
