Page 65 of Tempting the Highland Devil
“I am here to advise ye, me laird. The lady just returned from a scary ordeal. Ye have done yer duty as laird to protect her and bring her home. Now ye must do yer duty as her husband and go comfort her.”
Arran ran his fingers through his thick hair and clenched his jaw. He wanted more than anything to comfort Yvaine, but he feared that desire was all for his own selfish reasons. It was all because he had missed her and not because she needed him.
Arran glanced down at the scroll he held, and his hands quivered as he battled his restraint.
A knock rapped on his study door and interrupted whatever James was about to say next. The door swung open as they both looked at it, and Yvaine walked in while hugging her sides tight.
“May I have a word with ye?” she asked before James bowed his head then left them in the study.
Arran rose to his feet and hurried towards her. “Are ye all right? Do ye need anythin’?” His voice shook with his thick emotion as he took her hands and stared deep into her eyes.
“I am all right,” Yvaine answered with a sigh.
Her skin seemed paler than ever, and Arran worried that she was still not feeling all right. Isabella had been shown to her own chambers to rest since they arrived hours ago, and he expected that Yvaine would feel stronger by now.
“What do ye need? Name it, and I will make it happen,” he said as he tightened his hold on her hand.
Yvaine’s smile was tender, and it touched the deepest parts of his soul. As he stared at her lips, he thought of kissing her and burying himself in her. Arran drowned in the rush of desire that conquered him.
It took sheer effort for him to drag his gaze from her lips and focus on her eyes again. “What do ye need?” he questioned again, sounding fainter than ever.
“I need me husband,” Yvaine answered after some time. Her words made his breath hitch in his throat.
“Yvaine…”
“I am tired, Arran, tired of holdin’ out…tired of waitin’ for ye to come to yer senses and allow yerself enjoy the feelin’s ye have for me. I want ye, Arran, now more than ever. I want ye…Nay me laird or the leader of the clan, but ye…the man that ye are.”
She flattened her hand over his chest, and Arran felt his pulse slow a little for her. He squeezed his eyes shut and counted the seconds to see if the tug in his chest would go away. When it didn’t, he opened his eyes and shoved aside all of his fears and worries.
He had wanted this woman for years now. Night and day, he longed for her, and denying those feelings were worse than allowing himself to feel.
No matter what happened, he knew he would always feel this way for Yvaine. He would always long to protect her, cherish her, and keep her by his side. Arran knew he would always want her, and he was tired of holding back.
“I want ye too,” he whispered to her, and she gasped before her eyes widened.
Arran placed a hand over hers that rested on his chest then lifted it to his cheeks. “Stayin’ away from ye is torture. Ye dinnae ken how much torture it is to ken that ye want me as much as I want ye and nay come to ye, Yvaine.”
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she stared at him. “I have wanted ye for years…Ye dinnae ken how much…”
She raised herself on tiptoe and took his lips for a kiss. Arran kissed her back and swooped his hands around her waist to pull her close. His tongue dove into her mouth, and he gave himself to the tide of sensations swimming through him.
He lifted her off the ground, and her legs came around his waist with ease. Arran wanted her first time to perfect because he knew he would cherish the memories forever.
He dragged his lips from hers down to her neck then feasted on the sweet pulse there before he growled out his next words. “Nay here.”
He swatted away her hair falling to the sides of her face and nibbled on her lower lip before adding. “I will take ye to me chamber now, and I will spend every wakin’ hour of tonight makin’ love to ye so that ye will never forget tonight.”
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Arran made Yvaine tremble, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She had wanted this for a long time, and now that he was about to take her, she could not control the shivers of anticipation that wracked through her.
Her eyes stayed locked on his as he carried her to his chamber then lowered her to his bedding. The burning embers in his fireplace illuminated the room well enough for Yvaine to take in all of him as he rid himself of his clothes.
She licked her lips, and he climbed the bedding to come to her again, parting her legs, so he nestled himself between her thighs.
“Arran,” she called out and moved her hand down his chest.
Arran hushed her with a finger to her lips then took both her hands and pinned them above her head. “I want ye to feel me desire, Yvaine. All of it…”
