Page 69 of Highlander Redeemed
Laughter rippled through the clan, then shouts of “Kiss!” began to build.
“I am not one to do as people tell me to,” Scotia said, stepping into his arms, “but just this once I think I will.” She raised up onto her toes and sealed their vows with a kiss full of promises and passion.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“DO YOU NOTthink we can slip away now?” Scotia sat so close to Duncan she did not even have to whisper in his ear. “I fear I will snap at someone soon if we do not!”
Duncan caught her lips with his, stoking the need within her, fanning it to a blaze. She swallowed the moan that tried to escape even as whoops and whistles wrapped around them from the gathering of their clan. Duncan grinned at her, his familiar brown eyes alight with a joy she’d never seen before. She grinned back and raised her eyebrows.
“I will snap,” she promised.
“We cannot have that,” he replied. “A bride should never snap at those celebrating her happiness.” The grin faded. “You are happy, are you not?”
“Aye, Duncan.” She cupped his cheek in her palm to the accompaniment of several happy female sighs from those sitting near them. “I am happier than I ever hoped to be. I still cannot believe that you love me after everything I have—”
He kissed her again, this time with care, as if it were another vow he made to her. “I have always loved you.”
“I think I should like you to prove your love.” She tried to keep the teasing out of her voice but was not successful.
“And I know I should like you to prove yours,” he said, taking her hand that still rested against his face and placing a soft kiss in her palm.
“So we are agreed? ’Tis time to slip away from the celebration?”
“There will be no slipping away, you two,” Peigi said.
They looked up to find the old woman standing behind them, her gnarled hands on her hips.
“’Tis not right to deprive the clan of their fun,” she said, a rosy hue in her cheeks and a twinkle in her eyes.
Scotia rolled her eyes at the old woman and was rewarded with her wheezy cackle. Duncan drew Scotia up from their seat of honor on one of the logs by the cookfire, and everyone else went silent, all eyes on the two of them. Scotia was suddenly struck dumb by the genuine happiness she saw on every face directed at the two of them ... not just at Duncan ... and for the first time in a very long time she felt a beloved part of the clan.
“My bride is tired,” Duncan said. Snorts and ribald retorts rattled through the crowd. “We shall take our leave—”
Kenneth stood, storm clouds in his eyes.
“Da,” Scotia said, “I am wed now, and Duncan has always taken care of me.”
“We will not leave the glen,” Duncan said, “but we may not return here for a few days.”
“Only a few days?” she teased, rousing the crowd to even louder retorts.
“Get ye away, lad!” Uilliam’s voice rose over the others. “I dinna ken how much more of this Kenneth can take!” And then the jokes and whoops shifted to her da.
“’Tis time,” she said to her husband, pulling him out of the clearing and into the forest.
SCOTIA LETDUNCANlead her quickly away from the gathering to a small cave far enough away to give them privacy. Without words he drew her into his arms and kissed her, slowly, gently, as if he thought she might break. But that was not whatshe wanted. She tilted her head, threaded her fingers into his soft hair, and took control, her kiss turning greedy and demanding. He hesitated only a moment, then met her kiss for kiss, his hands roaming everywhere, pulling her tight against him. She fumbled with the broach that held his plaid at his shoulder, then went for his belt, dropping it and the plaid to the ground.
“’Tis not fair that you wear more than I,” he whispered against her throat where he kissed and nipped and nuzzled. Her laces were undone before he stopped speaking. He pushed her gown down her arms to puddle at her feet, leaving her only in her kirtle, while he still wore his tunic. She stepped back, missing the heat of him, but wanting, needing to see her husband. She pulled the string at her neckline and let the kirtle slide off.
The look of hunger in Duncan’s eyes made her smile. When he pulled his tunic over his head, her breath caught. Dark hair spread over his chest, narrowing down his stomach until ...
He reached for her hand and pulled her a little deeper into the cave and down onto a pallet that she had not noticed. They were both breathing hard, and she found herself suddenly focused completely on the intensity of Duncan’s stare, as if he could see nothing but her. He pressed her back and settled himself over her. The feel of his chest grazing her breasts with every gasping breath they took nearly overwhelmed her senses, leaving her exquisitely aware of every touch, every breath that feathered over her face, and the look of desire, and more, that filled his eyes. All at once Duncan groaned, though she had done nothing to hurt him, and covered her mouth with his greedy, urgent kiss.
Everything disappeared in Scotia’s mind as her attention was overwhelmed by the feel of his lips against hers, the way his tongue swept into her mouth, tangling with her own, the way his fingers twined with hers, grasping her hands as if he could not bear to let them go, and the way his desire pressed against her belly, telling her more about his need of her than any words might.
And her own need answered his.
Rational thought fled, and sensation was all she knew. He rolled, settling her next to him, as he ran his hand down her arm, over her hip and waist, and up to cup her aching breast, all the while feasting on her lips. She reached down, running her own hand over his thigh, reaching around to cup his buttock, urging him closer to her, closer to her core, to her need. She moved her hand between them and trailed her fingers lightly up his length before she took him in her grip and began tormenting him with excruciatingly slow strokes. She hooked a leg over his hip, pressing him even closer with it. Need burned through her until she could think of nothing but Duncan, and the need to join completely with him.
