Page 35 of A Scot for Bethan
“I was young… I don’t remember,” she breathed. “Now let me go, you beast.”
Or do what naked men do when they are lying in bed on top of a naked woman.
“The beast that I am will not be put off so easily.” The kiss that followed this declaration was scorching and Bethan couldn’t help a moan of protest when Cameron drew back. “Don’t lie to me, you do remember why you did not press the boy for more, I can see it in your eyes. So tell me.” He kissed the side of her throat, nuzzling against her as he did. “Why did you let him off?” Next his tongue swirled around the hollow at the base of her neck. “I should warn you that I am not going to let you go until you have answered my question. I’ve had a sleep, I could keep going all night.”
Having issued his warning, he started to kiss her naked breast with deliberate thoroughness, leaving no place untouched, groaning all the while. Bethan let out a shaky laugh when he took the nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, as if to swallow it whole.
“If you mean to keep me under you and kiss me until I relent then I am not sure you have thought this through. I might just want to let you do just that. It is not exactly torture to be kissed thus, you know,” she rasped.
There were no more threats, no more questions. “Tell me,” was all he said before his mouth landed on her collarbone.
“No, this is not the way to convince me to talk.” She smiled, pleasure warming her body. “It’s too delicious, I don’t want it to stop.”
A moment later Bethan was not smiling anymore. She’d been wrong, the wretched man knew exactly what he was doing. The teasing, the slow kisses had utterly defeated her, made her desperate for more.
“Please, Cameron I can’t take this anymore…” Instead of answering, he carried on with his maddening kisses, on her jaw, on her breasts, on her navel. “Are you going to make me beg?” she breathed, arching her back for what felt like the hundredth time.
“No, of course not, that would be cruel,” he drawled, kissing the side of her hip. “Just tell me why you did not get into the boy’s bed.” He licked at her nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. Again. Causing her to melt. Again.
“You know why,” she gasped, driven to the edge of madness by the exquisite sensation.
“I think I do. Still, I’d like to be sure,” he added, carrying on his ruthless teasing. Bethan let out a rasp. If he did not take her now, she would die.
“Because I thought he would not be the lover I wanted,” she said hurriedly, keeping her eyes averted all the while. This confession felt even more intimate than what they had done earlier. “I knew from the start that I wanted someone more experienced, someone assured and bold.”
Someone like you.
Cameron raised himself up on his elbows so he could hover over her and forced her to look at him. His eyes had gone liquid with desire, the color extraordinary, just like quicksilver.
“You wanted a man, not a boy, is that it?” he purred, allowing a smile to bloom on his lips. He’d known it all along, and he enjoyed making her say it.
“Yes. Now, I have answered your question,” she said lightly. “I have held my end of the bargain; it is time you held yours.”
“But of course. I am a man of my word.”
With this promise, he lifted himself off her and made to leave the bed. The sudden loss of his weight and warmth was a shock.
“Wait, where are you going?” she shouted in dismay, catching his hand before he could stand up. Surely he was not leaving now?
“I said I would let you go when you had answered my question and you have, so I’m letting you go,” he answered innocently. “Why, did you have something else in mind?”
The wretched,wretchedman!
“I did.” Pushing him back onto the mattress, Bethan came to lie on top of him. Seeing his eyes catch fire when she started to rub herself against his chest, she afforded a smile. He would pay for the torture he had just put her through. And then she would get her reward. “So, you like teasing, do you? Let us see how you handle it when the roles are reversed. Didn’t you complain the other day that women never made you surrender to their will?”
“I did. Although you proved earlier thatyouweren’t afraid to ride your lovers.”
Yes. And he had loved it, as had she.
“Show me how much you love me taking charge,” she whispered in his ear. “And if I like what you provoke in me, I might allow you to reach your release as well.”
The faint scraping of metal against stone and hushed male voices.
It was only because he was still awake that Cameron heard them. His whole body tensed. There was no mistaking whatwas happening. Men, armed with swords, were coming up the staircase. Next to him, Bethan slept on, unaware of the danger. Thank God he’d had a sleep earlier or he would have been asleep himself right now, and unprepared for the intrusion.
Who was coming up to Bethan’s chamber at this hour? As to why, he could guess only too well. No one paid visits at this hour, and in such a stealthy manner. The rich, beautiful Welshwoman who slept alone and unprotected was going to be abducted then raped and married off to one of the local lairds, not necessarily in that order. With the marriage already consummated, the man responsible for her ordeal would have no difficulty finding a priest who would agree to make the union legal. No one knew Bethan was not a virgin and her suitor would have thought the loss of her maidenhead would be enough to bind her to him.
Over his dead body.
