Page 73 of How to Heal a Highland Heart
She chuckled at that. “Only because ye gently showed me how.”
“Would ye like me to show ye again?” he asked, his fingers trailing over the curve of her hips, up her stomach, and to her breasts, which ached for him when he ran his thumb over the bud.
“I would,” she said, finding it hard to catch her breath, “but first, I would like to say something.”
He stilled and nodded.
“I love ye, too. I think it blossomed the first moment ye protected me and showed me respect. Ye are savage to the world, aye, but to me, ye are passionate, and kind, and worthy.” His eyes widened, and she rushed to continue. “Ye are nae second to me,” she said, running her hand over the tattoo he’d been branded with. “Ye are first. The greatest man I have ever kenned. Ye make me feel things I did nae ken possible, and ye make me want things I did nae ever dream to hope for.”
“God’s teeth, Patience,” he moaned and covered her mouth in a hungry kiss. His tongue swirled around hers as his hands moved to the back of her neck and delved into her hair. “Ye have brought me to my knees.” And then he released her, set her on the bed, and moved between her thighs, which he gently opened. “Let me worship ye.”
A delicious warmth spread through her as passion rose like an uncontrollable fire. “I will, but let me worship ye first.”
His eyebrows arched high. “Do ye ken how?”
“Nay,” she said with a blush and a shake of her head. “But I trust ye, my Savage Slayer, to show me.”
“Ah, Wife, this may be one time ye should nae trust me too much. I think I’ll greedily take as long as ye are willing to give.”
She chuckled, but her laughter died as he stood and stripped off his clothes. Moonlight glinted over his beautiful, strong body. “What do I do?” she asked.
He offered a distinctly wolfish smile before telling her in a velvet-edged voice how to take him in her hands and then her mouth. By the time he was done describing the details, her body was strumming with need for him, and she was squirming to do what he’d explained. She motioned for him to lie on the bed, and he did, bringing his arms up to lace his fingers behind his head.
She ran her hands down his corded abs, reveling in the way her touch could make her powerful warrior husband twitch with obvious need.For her.He made her feel protected, yet at the same time, he evoked a feeling of power within her. She brought her hands between his thighs, feeling the hardness, the slickness, the very essence of what made him a man. Her blood thickened within her as desire pooled in her belly, pulsed between her legs, and made her want to climb on top of him and demand he take her.
She took her time, learning him, watching his reactions as she stroked him with her hands, her craving growing as his obviously did. His muscle grew taut, his jaw tense, but his eyes stayed gentle and focused unflinchingly on her. She kneeled between his thighs, and his hands threaded into her hair as she bent toward him to take him in her mouth. Every groan that slipped from him, every jerk of his body, made her feel more in control, more bonded to him.
When his hands tugged gently on her hair, she released him from her careful torture to look at him. “I dunnae want to spill my seed in yer mouth,” he said with frankness.
“Nay? Is that nae done?”
“Oh, it’s done, to be certain,” he replied, his voice ragged. “But I wish to be in ye. To hopefully give ye a bairn and start our family.”
Happiness burst within her, and she started to climb off him. But he stilled her and then guided her on top of him. When she was settled, she looked at him, unsure. Her hands were splayed across his chest, and she straddled his thighs with her own. “What do I do?” she asked again.
He grinned, looking very much like a mischievous lad. “Whatever ye wish,” he said, locking his hands behind his head once again. “Guide me into ye, and do with me what ye will. Ye are in control.”
She felt her eyes go wide. “I am?”
“Aye, lass. Ye have taken my heart, now take my body.”
A brief shiver rippled through her, and then she did exactly as he’d instructed. He slid into her, filling her, and then his hands came to her buttocks. Before long, they were moving together, two swirling storms that had clashed and become one. Searing need built in her until she yielded with a cry, releasing all her fear, all her feelings of unworthiness, and welcoming love, strength, and the beginning of a new life.
In the early-dawn light, she lay cradled in his arms, marveling at how they had made love until the sun rose once more. When he stretched as if to rise, she assumed he was going to go to the courtyard to train as he did every morning. “Can I come with ye?” she asked, loath to be parted from him.
He looked back at her as he donned his braies. “Nay, lass. I’ll return momentarily.”
“Oh? Ye’re nae going to train?”
He winked. “Nae today. William can lead the men. Today is for ye. For us.”
She nodded, excited and curious. He returned not long later, and after having her don her gown, he allowed two of his men in, who carried buckets of steaming water for the tub. She could not help the grin that his thoughtfulness brought to her face. Once the men left, Patience and Brodee settled in the tub, her leaning back against him and him soaping her with luxurious strokes. She told him of her father’s coldness when she lived with him, his wedding a woman who did not care for her, and he told her of his childhood, his tense relationship with his father, and his leaving to become the king’s right hand in hopes of acquiring his own land and home. He confessed it was that desire that had driven him to become such a ferocious warrior, to keep going to battle. The need to prove himself had been with him all his life.
He grew silent, and she turned toward him. He had a thoughtful look upon his face. “What is it?” she asked.
“I dunnae feel it anymore.”
“What? The need to prove yerself?”
“Aye. ’Tis gone. I think…” He ran his soapy hand over her breast. “I think ye have silenced my ghost and gentled the beast.”
“Probably,” she said with a definitive nod. “I’m rather powerful, ye ken.”
“A worthy opponent,” he agreed, capturing her mouth with his for a long, drugging kiss. “And the most valuable wife I could ever imagine.”
