Page 78 of The Cruel Highlander's Bride
“Wonderful,” she breathed against his chest, soaking in his scent. He had a distinctive scent, masculine and woodsy.
At her response, his hand tightened on her slightly.
Her limbs still felt the after-effects of her peak from the night before, loose and sore in the best possible way. That did not stop her body from reacting to him now, though. She was becoming insatiable around him—every touch ignited her arousal.
She squirmed a little, remembering the feeling of his hands on her skin. With her wriggling, she dared his hand to move even lower. That was when she felt his hardness… His length was pressed against her. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but now that she moved, it was painfully obvious.
With a squeak, she tried to move off him, suddenly feeling shy. He only groaned at her movement.
“Lass, stay still,” he ordered, still sounding sleepy but definitely pained as well.
Not knowing what to say or do, she froze on his chest. In the two times they’d been together, she’d never done anything withit.Had he not wanted her to? And what about now?
He lifted his head a bit, one eyebrow raised in question when her body had tensed.
“Yer…” she stammered. “Yer…”
Instead of finishing her sentence, she just pointed down towards his length. All her confidence from the night before seemed to evaporate in the light of day. She was all blushing innocence again.
Thankfully, the Laird just laughed. “Just ignore it.”
“But…” she started to argue, unsure what she was even arguing for. Maybe she didn’t want to ignore it.
“All in good time. I told ye I would show ye many things, lass,” he replied, sounding smug.
“So far, ye’ve only shown me one thing,” she teased, alluding to what she really wanted to ask.
The Laird grunted out a surprised laugh. “Have ye been unsatisfied, darlin’?”
“Nay,” she said dreamily.
“Good,” he replied, more smug than before. “Then are ye sayin’ ye want me to show ye somethin’ else?” he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver through her.
“Aye,” she pleaded, her body ready for whatever he would do with her.
But before he could make good on that offer, a soft knock sounded at the door to the bedroom.
“Me Laird, Me Lady,” called their host. “There’s some food ready for ye.”
Magnus sighed, but Ciara tried to scramble away and squeaked out, “We’ll be right out!”
Still, the Laird didn’t let her up just yet. “Ye deserve a proper bed anyway. But when we get back to the castle, I hope ye are ready to learn somethin’ new,” he whispered.
* * *
“Did ye hear that?” Magnus asked Ciara on their way back to the castle.
It was later that morning, and they were riding side-by-side once more. After a quick breakfast in the village, they had loaded up their horses and headed back, with promises to return soon.
A few of the villagers had seen them off, and the excitement they demonstrated had filled Ciara with hope.
“Pardon?” she asked.
Truthfully, she had barely heard his question. Her focus had been on his strong thighs and the way they strained against his breeches with each canter. The power behind each motion had her entranced.
It seemed her mind could only focus on the promise of tonight…
“Did ye hear that sound?” he repeated, and she forced her eyes up to his face.
