Page 114 of In Search of a Husband
Kate rested against his chest, her arms tightly around his neck, and slowly moved her hips, testing a slow rhythm.
“Damn it,” he hissed. “It feels too good, lass. I…”
“Shh,” she whispered. She brought her mouth to his and kissed away the last of the thoughts that swirled in his mind. Nothing else mattered except this.
This with her.
Bloody brilliant.
Kate rocked against him, her muscles tightening under his touch, her skin warm and slick against his as they both panted.
“No’ yet, wait,” he ordered, thrusting against her in a quick stroke. “Together, lass. We’ll find our end together.”
Kate tightened around him, rocking faster as he met her movements, as desperate and needy.
“I wish to spend in ye, to have my seed in ye. Do ye understand? Ye’re mine. Say,aye.”
She pulled her mouth to his and kissed him. “Yes.” She dug her fingers into his shoulder as his balls tightened, and Kate’s quim pulsed around him before he spent inside of her.
And for a moment, silence.
Just their bodies wrapped together by the fireplace in his room, the air perfumed with the smell of sex, and her lips and hands caressing him as if to reassure herself they could share such pleasure. That it hadn’t been some fever dream.
Kate collapsed against his chest, resting her forehead against his. Gabriel reclined back onto the pillow on the floor and drew the blanket over them, his eyes heavy and his heart happy.
And not a worry, for once, about dying young.
Or there not being enough time.
Only that he loved this woman more than life itself, and he wished to love her, and she had agreed to be his wife.
CHAPTER 31
Nearly November,and the light was late to pierce the sky, and the castle was still reeling from what happened the day before.
Kate stretched in bed, a smug, satisfied smile stretched across her face, her body sore and tired.
And beside her, a gently snoring Scottish giant of a man.
She stretched over the bedsheets, nuzzling her face into the down pillow, and watched as he slept without a crinkle between his brow, no growl either.
“Kiss me,” he growled.
Perhaps she’d spoken too soon.
His hand snaked its way under the sheets and gently wrapped around her waist, hauling her close beside him.
“I’ve a lot to see to, and so do you, Mr. MacInnes.”
He peeked one eye open, a smirk on that beautiful mouth of his. She had fallen apart under it last night. Or maybe it was a few hours earlier?
The last few days were blurring together, and she looked forward to sleeping, but there was something she needed to do first.
“I need to say goodbye to my parents and the marquess.” Kate brushed her hands through his bronze hair, soft against her fingers,unlike the calloused hand gently drawing circles across her lower back.
“And Finn,” he said, dropping the smile. “I should look in on him as well.”
“Elsie likely never left his side. She must be exhausted.”
