Page 51 of The Highlander's Inconvenient Wife
She enjoyed the rhythmic motions and sounds he was making before he suddenly moved his hands to her shoulders and stopped her. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked in a daze as she lifted her head.
“Nay, lass, quite the opposite; I just dinnae want to finish a’fore I had a chance to make love to ye,” he said breathlessly, guiding her up.
Joan felt her stomach flutter as he gently pulled her onto his lap, placing her legs on either side of his thighs as he had done earlier when they had kissed.
Lowering her onto his lap, Jasper brought his hands up to her chest, massaging her breasts though the fabric of her dress until she moaned with pleasure.
Reaching back, Joan undid the knot at the bottom of her braid that held it in place, shaking her head while using her hand to loosen the strands.
“I dinnae ken that yer hair was that long,” Jasper breathed in awe as he ran his fingers through her hair. The strands fell down in a silky waterfall of gold.
“I never let anyone see it,” she whispered before grasping his hands and guiding them back to her chest. “I’ve never let anyone see so much of me before.” She reached back, undoing the ribbons that held her dress and corset place.
Moaning hungrily as her breasts came into full view, he used the palms of his hands to cup the silky flesh. Dipping his head, he gently licked over the rosy bud before taking her into his mouth and gently suckling while flicking his tongue.
A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine as he took in turn to kiss and suck on each breast. It wasn’t long before she was moving on his lap, begging him with her body for the sweet release she needed from her loins once again.
Without wasting anymore time, Jasper placed his hands on her hips and gently lifted her up, guiding her into position on his lap.
Joan felt a sharp pain as he gently lowered her down, yet the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as he moved her back and forth with gentle motions, guiding her hips with his hands.
It wasn’t long before she got the hang of the motion, placing her hands on the seat behind his head, moving her hips up and down and back and forth until his eyes were closed.
Her breathing matched his as their bodies moved together, gently swaying the carriage with the motion of their love as the passion and heat only grew stronger.
“Joan,” he growled with pleasure as he gripped her hips, leaning forward and taking her breast in his mouth once again.
Allowing herself to be taken away on the waves pleasure, Joan reached up and placed her hands on the ceiling of the carriage as the motions picked up pace. It only took her a few moments to feel the building sensation of pleasure once again.
Jasper’s body suddenly grew taught as he gripped her hips even tighter, shutting his eyes as his face contorted from pleasure.
She felt a sudden rush inside of her as her body clenched around his girth, sending her into a spiral of spasms as he throbbed within her body. It took her a few minutes to come down from the high before she collapsed against his chest.
Bringing his arms around his body, Jasper her held her against his chest until her trembling stopped. “How do ye feel?” he breathed in her ear before kissing her hair.
“Wonderful,” she breathed with her eyes shut. The feeling and sound of his heart beating beneath her ear made her feel more at home with him than she ever did before. It was in that moment that Joan suddenly knew she had found the place she hoped to spend the rest of her life.
It didn’t matter if it was in a carriage, on a cliff, or even in the middle of the ocean. She would always feel content as long as Jasper was the one who was holding her.
“Aye, I feel the same,” he said after kissing the top of her head. “I feel as if I can finally open the gate to me heart as well as the castle.”
Sighing contentedly, Joan nuzzled herself against his chest. There wasn’t even a single reason she could think of as to why she needed to return to England at all. She was more than happy to be his captive for the rest of her days.
EPILOGUE
The bells of the church chimed as a great wave of applause broke out amongst the guests. Jasper lifted Joan up after kissing her passionately in front of the altar. It was an unusually bright day in Scotland as the couple finished sealing their union with a kiss.
Joan’s dress was a deep champagne that almost resembled peach with a swooping bodice and straight skirt that fell to her feet.. Her veil hung over her braid that had been decorated with hundreds of white mountain-avens, the same beautiful little flowers that Jasper had presented to her on the cliff.
“Are ye ready to face the troops?” Jasper asked her as the guests filed out the chapel, giving the couple a moment alone to soak in the fact that they had just tied the knot.
“The question is,” Joan countered as he stood on her toes and touched the top of her nose to his, “are you ready to face the troops? I’m not the one who has lived as a recluse for the past one hundred years,” she teased him in a gentle tone.
“It was nae that long,” he answered her after placing a small kiss on her nose. “It was perhaps only fifty years.”
Joan tilted her head back and laughed as Jasper lifted her in his arms and swung her around in a circle.
The shared a final kiss before making their way from the chapel where a throng of family and friends awaited their presence.
