Page 57 of A Bonny Pretender
Chapter Sixteen
Reunions, Redemption, Repentance
Late May 1820
Raygin Castle, northern England
Brigid blinked atthe bright early morning sun invading their bed chamber. She rolled over to face Frank. He lay next to her, propped up on his elbow, staring at her with smoky eyes. “What are ye looking at? I must be a sight.”
“I can’t think of anything more beautiful to wake up to each morning.” He reached out and brushed a stray lock over her shoulder. Leaning forward, he brushed her lips. “Good morning, Wife. I hope you’re not in a hurry.”
“It depends on what ye had in mind.” She grinned, thinking that this morning ritual was as satisfying as watching the sun rise in the Highlands. It would also put her husband in a better frame of mind when she told him about the guest arriving today.
Frank pulled the sheet down, exposing her breasts and the pink tips. His head lowered and took the one, then the other in his mouth. In response, her hand reached out and grasped his thick member, already stiff with need. She ran her thumb over the tip, smiling at his deep groan.
“You’re a shameless vixen.”
“Would ye like me to stop?”
“If you don’t, I won’t finish what I’ve started,” he answered. “And we both know what a disappointment that would be.”
Brigid continued her strokes, moving her palm up and down the satiny rod. Frank’s lips moved down her stomach, his tongue stopping at her belly button as his fingers brushed the curls between her legs. A finger slid between her folds, moving up and down the slickness, over that sensitive, magical spot. She fell back against the bolsters and let him have his way. Brigid let out a soft whimper as his body shifted, moved lower, and his tongue replaced his finger.
She clutched his hair as he licked and sucked, one hand reaching up to continue his caresses of her breast. This man knew her body better than she did. His hands and mouth played her like a fine musical instrument, coaxing her into a soft, melodic introduction, continuing the undulating crescendo until she reached a mind-numbing, shattering conclusion. Heat spread through her core and into her limbs, and when his fingers entered her, her hips rose to accept them. The delicious friction sent shivers of pleasure through her.
“You are my favorite breakfast, you know,” he mumbled against her folds.
Brigid opened her mouth to answer, but his thumb began circling her swollen nub, and desire stole any thoughts she might have had. Her muscles tensed, the sensuous pressure building until she cried out, her body arching. Waves of bliss washed over her, tremors stealing all strength from her limbs. Her pulse raced; she panted and pulled his head up.
“I need ye inside me, Frank.” With her heart pounding against her chest, she wrapped her legs around him as his body settled on top of hers. “Saints and sinners, but I love waking up with ye.”
Frank covered her mouth with his, his manhood sliding up and down in her wetness, then entering her in one clean stroke. He filled her, and her muscles closed around him, hips moving in rhythm with his. He groaned, moving in and out of her slowly, his eyes closed. Desire built again, and she felt the familiar sweet tensing of her core. His thrusts came faster and faster, until he froze, hovering above her, and cried out. She shuddered beneath him, joining him in a final tremor of ecstasy.
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“I love you,Brigid,” he murmured into her neck as he collapsed on top of her. She was sublime, and he wanted to stay inside her for the rest of the day. Forever.
Her breath was warm against his shoulder and her hands moved up and down, massaging his back and shoulders. He sighed. Never had he imagined that life could be so happy. So satisfying. Frank grinned at that last thought.
“What are ye smiling about?” she whispered in his ear before nibbling his lobe. “Do ye find our lovemaking humorous?”
“Ha! I was thinking I’m the luckiest man in England.”
“I hope ye think so when I tell ye about the guest coming later today.”
He lifted off her, just enough to see her face.Blast!He knew that look in her sparkling blue eyes. And he knew he wouldn’t like what she was about to tell him. With another sigh, he rolled onto his back and pulled the sheet over them. “You might as well tell me. I can already see I won’t like it.”
She cupped his cheek in her palm and leaned up to place a tender kiss on his lips. “As ye ken, Lord Brecken was to fetch Evie this week.”
Apprehension clenched his stomach. “And?”
“He isna able to come, and ye were unable to bring her back to London. She canna return alone.”
“So,youwant to go with her to London?” he asked. “I thought you didn’t care if you ever returned to Town.”
“I prefer the country and our braw estate. I didna think I’d be happy anywhere but the Highlands, but I fell in love with Castle Raygin and the grounds almost as quickly as I fell for you.” She kissed him again, her finger tracing circles on his chest. “Instead of her husband, Evie’s father will arrive today to escort her home.”
Frank stilled. “Sir Horace is coming here?”
