Page 62 of The Scot is Hers
Alec’s mouth came back to hers then, in a kiss that rivaled all the others for passion. A kiss that felt very much as though he were claiming her for his own. And Giselle was ready to let him.
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This was madness.
And yet, Alec had no desire to stop it. He loved the way Giselle was so eager for his caress. Eager to explore the sensations kissing and caressing brought. The harsh, uneven rhythm of her breathing when he skimmed his lips over her nipple. The way the tiny, pink bud had puckered excitedly against his tongue.
Giselle touched the side of his face. Her fingertips were gently exploring the scars that marred him, and Alec stiffened. Waiting for her revulsion. Expecting her to leap off of his lap in horror. But she didn’t. Instead...she kept going, her kiss deepening as she slanted her head to the side.
The mere graze of her hand on his scar should have sent warnings shivering through him. But it only made his heart beat faster, and that dizzying feeling he’d had when his friends mentioned “love” returned a thousandfold. This woman, this mad and silly woman, was giving herself over to him freely.
That was a realization he had to cherish, cradling it like a fragile treasure. No one had ever made him feel this way, want this way, be this way.
Alec returned her kiss with reckless abandon. To hell with anyone outside the doorway. This was a moment he wasn’t going to miss. A chance to show her how much he cared—though only to a certain physical point, as he’d not leave her with a child. For in the morning, he would ride off, and as confident as he was his bullet would find its way into Joshua Keith, he was also certain that Keith’s bullet was going to find a home in him. He could only pray that the man aimed for a non-vital part of his body.
But knowing what a lech the man was, he didn’t have any doubt Keith intended to be lethal.
Alec wrapped his arms tighter around Giselle, not wanting to let her go. Wanting to give her pleasure. Wishing that this moment would last forever. And then she started to move, a subtle shift of her hips that was likely unintentional, but the gasp that left her made his own heart skitter to a thundering halt. The warmth of her sex had slid over his cock, and though fabric separated them from touching skin to skin, it was enough to make him lose his breath. She did it again, gasping against his mouth.
“Was that...what was that?” she asked, pulling away. Her blue eyes were dewy and hazy with desire, and he wanted to press his lips to the lids. To breathe in the sweet floral scent of her hair.
“Which part, love?” he asked, hands roving over her supple hips.
“There is something in your...something beneath your kilt.”
It took everything Alec had not to laugh at her accusation. “Aye. Every man has one.”
“Is it a weapon?”
Oh, dear God, was she that innocent? “In a manner of speaking,” he drawled, hoping she’d catch his meaning, or at least that the realization would dawn on her any moment. Wouldn’t it?
“Tell me what it is. Show me. Why would ye put it there?” She frowned. “That’s such an odd place. I’ve seen a lot of weapons, but this one felt...hmm, I do no’ know.”
Apparently not.“Lass, ’tis—”
Alec groaned when she unexpectedly reached for him, taking the length of his cock in her grasp.Mo chreach…
“I’d let go if I were ye.” The words were nearly choked from him as she gave a little tug, then slid her hand down to the base of him and tugged again.
“’Tis stuck.”
He was going to die, right then and there, from pleasure and mirth all at once.
“Why? What is it? It’s hard but soft at the same time.” Then her mouth formed a littleO, and she let go of him suddenly, red flames coloring her cheeks.
“I see ye may have guessed that ye had your hands all over my cock.” He couldn’t help himself. He started to laugh.
“Oh my...I did no’ know. I’m sorry.” She leapt off of his lap then, her hands going to the flaming red of her face.
“Ye need no’ apologize, love. Ye can touch me anytime ye want.” He grabbed her, pulling her back between his legs, laughing as he kissed her.
A loud thwack had them both jumping as one of the croquet balls came through the glass window of the library.
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“Where doye think ye’re going?”
Giselle whipped around in the corridor outside her bedroom to find her mother standing in the shadows. Why was she lurking there?
