Page 127 of The Scottish Duke
He smiled, his lips curving, deepening his dimples, adding a sparkle to his beautiful blue-green eyes.
Instead of answering her, he pulled her down for another kiss, all the while sliding his hands below her skirt. She heard her pantaloons rip and didn’t care. His palms cupped her buttocks, lifted her up.
She lowered herself over him as he guided himself into her.
His lips skimmed along her jaw as he murmured her name. She held herself still, savoring each sensation as he slid inside, hard and hot. Lightning tingled through her body. Liquid fire followed in its wake as he stroked her breasts with his fingers.
She lowered her head against his shoulder, her lips against his neck, her teeth gently grazing his skin. Her hands lay weakly against the arms of the chair. He moved his hands to her waist, lifted her slightly, then lowered her onto him once again.
The slow invasion was gentle, tender, and devastating.
Reaching up, she wound her arms around his neck, placed her mouth on his and held on.
Her breathing was fast and shallow; her heart was thundering. Her thoughts were centered only on him.
Pleasure surged through her, stealing her breath, curling her toes and fingers. The sudden climax caught her by surprise, the contractions beginning in her core and spreading outward like waves on a beach.
She needed it to stop for a moment so she could get her breath, but she never wanted the sensations to end. Her body mastered her mind. She couldn’t help the long moan that slipped from her lips or the shiver that shook her frame. Her knees clamped against his hips as she was lost in ecstasy.
Chapter 32
“It’s always the same,” she said weakly. “I always lose my mind around you. Is that normal?”
He patted her back with one hand, the other still below her skirts.
“Nothing about our relationship has been normal from the beginning,” he said.
“Is that a bad thing?” she asked, watching him.
His eyes were closed, but a smile was curving his mouth.
“It is the very best thing,” he said.
Love surged through her.
She would always remember this afternoon. Nor would she ever be able to look at this chair without blushing. At the very least, she’d smile. She couldn’t help but wonder if the other furniture at Blackhall Castle had a similar history.
Moving first one leg then the other, she stood, fiddled with her skirt before adjusting the shift and buttoning her bodice.
“I’m surprised we weren’t interrupted,” she said.
“Our son has a great deal of tact. A trait he’s probably picked up from his grandmother.”
She glanced over to find him smiling at her and for a moment her heart stopped. He was handsome and irresistibly charming. Perhaps she should make a love potion of sorts for herself. Something that would render her a little less susceptible to his appeal. No, it was an eon too late for that, wasn’t it?
“I’ll go and check on him,” she said.
“I’ll get him.”
He stood and was presentable in only seconds, while it still took her a few minutes to adjust her clothing.
She finally entered the bedroom to find the cradle empty and Alex leaving the dressing room by the door to the corridor.
“Alex?”
He wasn’t holding Robbie.
“Alex? Where is Robbie?”
