Page 33 of A Scot for Bethan
A hand whipped under her skirts, and light fingers started to dance against the flesh of her inner thigh, sending goosebumps all over her body. Authoritatively, Cameron parted her legs with his knee, acting as if he had every right to do so and more. And oh, he did, because he was acting exactly as she wanted him to, doing exactly what she needed him to do. How arousing to feel that she was making him lose his mind with the need to possess her. Warmth spread through her when he covered her folds with his palm.
Yes! Touch me, right here, where I ache,she almost screamed.
“Christ, Ealasaid,” he grunted against her wet nipple. “You would make me forget everything, do you know that? You make me mad.”
He could equally have meant mad with anger or mad with lust, but Bethan didn’t have time to wonder which one it was. His lips closed around her left nipple, and he resumed his sensual suckling. Slowly, as if to give her the opportunity to refuse, he slid one finger inside her and she thought she was going to pass out with the pleasure of it. She was pinned against the wall, utterly at his mercy and breathless with anticipation.
Surely by now he would have felt that he was driving her mad as well. Mad with lust. His thumb started stroking her gently, circling her intimate bud, drawing even more wetness from her grateful body, the movement a perfect match for the swirl of his tongue on her nipple. It was just as she’d imagined being in his arms would be. No, it was better, it was heaven. Cameron Campbell was the most self-assured, virile man she had ever been with, and she could already tell this lovemaking would be explosive. None of her other lovers had made her crave their touch thus.
“Yeeees…”
“Aye, you like that, sweetheart?” He carried on his intimate caress while the finger inside her kept teasing her. “Then how about this?”
Another finger joined the first, sliding in with disconcerting ease. The moves became faster and more precise, building the need inside her body to an almost unbearable pitch, heating her all the way to her toes. It was too much, and soon Bethan erupted in a riot of sensations, her body convulsing spasmodically around him. The idea that she was being pleasured in broad daylight against a wall only made her pleasure more intense and she bit the back of her hand to muffle the cries escaping her lips. Had it not been for Cameron’s grip around her waist she would surely have collapsed. With her legs shaking uncontrollably, ready to give way from under her, she could hardly stand.
This had been as hot as hell, emotional, carnal, sweet, and everything in between.
Cameron was breathing as hard as if he’d just been sword training with three men at once.
Finally, he was doing what he’d been aching to do for weeks, and it was even better than he’d imagined. Bethan’s sheath was gripping his fingers tight, sucking them in with the last of her spasms. They were coated with the proof of the pleasure he’d wrenched from her body.Hehad done that, he had given her what she needed, he had made her forget herself for one beautiful, perfect moment.
His self-control snapped at the thought. He’d wanted to take his time, make the most of what she had to offer, kiss her breasts until she writhed in ecstasy, sit her on the table and kneel between her legs to taste her deliciously soft flesh and then to let her pleasure him with her hands and mouth but it would not happen now. He was too taut with the need of having her, one kiss away from spilling his seed. Besides, the last thing hewanted was someone walking in on them and putting an end to the moment before he had been satisfied.
“My turn,” he groaned, taking a step back.
There was no protest.
Cameron almost tore the laces from his braies, such was the haste with which he removed them, freeing a shaft that felt harder than the stone at his feet. He had no idea what it was about Bethan that set his loins on fire so, but he was on the verge of erupting like the youth he no longer was. Thank God she was no virgin, for he feared the knowledge he was about to take her innocence would not have been enough to stop him. He would have dishonored her—and himself—to finally have her. As it was, there was no need to worry about ruining or hurting her. The only thing he would focus on was giving them both the pleasure they deserved.
Taking himself in hand, he lifted one of her thighs, holding it in place around his waist. She was the perfect height for him, as if they’d been created to fit together, and wet against the tip of his cock, the most irresistible invitation a man could receive. Unable to wait any longer, he rammed into her to the hilt. There was a sharp intake of breath and a whimper. Immediately, he stilled.
“I’m sorry, lass, was that painful?” Damnation, his desire for her had turned him into a thoughtless brute, something he’d always been careful to avoid. Even if she was not a virgin, she did not deserve to be used thus.
“Painful? No,” Bethan breathed in his ear, her voice different than usual, deeper, huskier. “That had to be the opposite of painful.”
“Good.” He nuzzled at her neck, making her moan in the way he loved. “Then let me start again.”
She felt even better than in his dreams, hot and tight and slick. Cameron couldn’t have stopped even if he’d wanted to,even if someone had walked into the room. He would simply have sent them to hell. Bethan clung to him and wrapped her other leg around his waist, letting him guide them both to ecstasy. The rhythm of his thrusts increased when she dug her nails in his shoulders, moaning what he imagined to be words of encouragement in Welsh. Soon her inner muscles flexed around him, and he was lost.
Cameron pushed one last time into her sweet softness and his whole body dissolved with the intensity of his pleasure. He placed one hand on the wall for support, holding Bethan pinned under his weight. It took a moment for him to catch his breath. When he was finally able to open his eyes, he saw that she was watching him. A lazy smile was floating on her lips; a smile he could do nothing but kiss.
“Do you ever make love in a bed?” she asked while he held her close, their bodies pressed tight against each other, their breaths mingled, his shaft still buried deep inside her.
“Is that a complaint?”
“Hardly.” No. Perhaps not. She appeared quite satisfied, and shehadcome twice. “Only…”
He knew what she was saying. None of the other men she had gone to had taken her standing against a wall in a wild frenzy of lust. He could have let jealousy overcome him at the thought of these other men, but he did not, because she was right. The encounter had been raw, wild, pure perfection. It had been between them, and he would not let anything, or anyone spoil it.
Gently, he withdrew from her and lowered her back down to the floor. He would have liked to stay nestled in her warmth a while longer, but he wasn’t sure he would have the strength to hold her much longer and the last thing he wanted was to drop her when his arms gave way. His whole body had gone limp. Or… Perhaps not everything had.
Cameron looked down in amazement. God’s teeth, he was still semi-hard, despite the force of his release and he wanted nothing more than to take Bethan to the nearest bed and show her that he had no problem making love on a soft mattress or anywhere else.
“I make love wherever I need to, Ealasaid. Against the wall, on a table, in the forest if the mood takes me,” he said, skimming her jaw with featherlight kisses. “But I will come to your bed tonight.”
A single word, hardly more than a breath. “Tonight?”
“Tonight,” he confirmed, tucking his rapidly hardening cock into his braies. Damnation, it wanted more. And so did he. After a month lusting after her, he was not going to be sated with one hurried spend. “This, exquisite as it was, has not satisfied me by a long shot. So be ready. I’m not finished with you yet.”
