Page 69 of The Scot is Hers
He chuckled. “Do no’ let anyone hear ye say ‘kind.’ I’ve a reputation to keep.”
Giselle urged him to lower for a kiss. “Your secret is safe with me.”
With his mouth on hers, Giselle reached for the buttons of his frockcoat, plucking one after the other until the jacket gaped open. She slid her hands inside, urging the fabric over his shoulders, down his arms until he shrugged the rest of the way out of it and sent it flying.
“I seenowye want me unclothed,” he teased, bringing back to mind the moment they’d shared during the naughty chess game.
“Aye. I’m ready.”
She pulled at the knots of his cravat, the fabric falling somewhere on the bed as he nuzzled her neck, and she continued with his shirt until it was loose, and he yanked it over his head, barely taking a break from his lips on her skin.
Alec’s shoulders were as broad and muscular as she’d imagined them to be. A dusting of freckles danced over his flesh. His chest had a sprinkling of hair so light it appeared gold, rather than the same ginger on his head. Little scars marred his skin, slashes and puckers from battle. Wounds that showed his bravery. She touched each one delicately, leaning up to press her lips to the center of his chest.
“The scars do no’ scare ye?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
“No’ in the least.”
He swooped down to capture her lips once more, his hands roving over the front of her bodice. She’d not bothered with stays in her haste to leave her bedroom this morning, and Alec groaned when his palm rubbed over her breasts. He skimmed his fingers along her hip and then her thigh, inching the fabric of her gown higher.
The slow movements were a torment when she longed to feel more of his flesh against hers. Thankfully, Alec too seemed to want her naked, and he rolled her to the side, plucking at the simple ties at the back of her bodice. The fabric loosened but not enough to free her. Giselle shoved at her sleeves until it slipped down her arms, gathering at her waist. But even that wasn’t enough because she still wore a chemise.
With a huff, she moved away from Alec and stood beside the bed.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, concern wrinkling his brow.
“I want to be free of this.” She plucked at the chemise. “I want to be all the way naked with ye.”
“My, ye are just the wicked woman for me.” He raised a brow as she stripped out of her clothes and stood there in only her riding boots and stockings.
The cold air licked at her skin, but his heated gaze warmed her quickly.
“Help me?” she asked sheepishly, putting her foot up for him to unlace her boots that her mother had insisted a maid tie when she’d entered the parlor earlier that morning.
He grinned, looking as roguish as ever. “Always.” He made quick work of one boot and then the other. But before she could remove her stockings, he picked her up and brought her back onto the bed beside him.
The mere touch of his hand on her waist sent a warm shiver through her. His chest collided with hers creating a delicious friction against her breasts and making her nipples taut. Jolts of desire zinged through her limbs. The roughness of his kilt scratched her thighs in a way that was delicious and tantalizing.
Alec covered her mouth with a kiss, his hands caressing and exploring her hips, belly and bare breasts. She sighed into his kiss. Every place he touched heated and prickled, sending wanton pulses of pleasure from the very spot to the center of her body. She rubbed her thighs together with need, and then his hand was there, cupping the heat of her sex, and she gasped.
His fingers slid through her curls, dipping into the damp heat, and she moaned as otherworldly sensations rippled through her.
“Ye’re so soft,” he murmured against her lips, then eased his way lower, flicking his tongue over her nipple before taking it in his mouth with alluring possessiveness.
Giselle arched her back. Every inch of her buzzed with anticipation, hunger. The tips of his fingers stroked over her bared flesh while his mouth traveled lower. She gasped, trying to remember how to breathe. Her gaze locked on his head as he maneuvered south of her breasts to her belly. Searing kisses and tiny grazes of his tongue. He nipped at her hip bone.
“Oh,” she gasped, and he grinned up at her wickedly before returning to his task.
Alec kissed his way down her thigh. Every inch lower sent trills of pleasure rushing through her. Over her knee, tracing the length of her calf to her ankle, touching his mouth to the delicate point of her bone.
She licked her lips and watched him trail his tongue up the length of her other leg, pausing at her inner thigh, just above her knee. Every kiss and lick and nip felt incredible. Oh, how she wanted more...more of whatever it was that his naughty gaze and the humming in her veins promised.
“Your legs are stunning,” he remarked as he continued to work his way higher up to the tops of her thighs, spreading them wider as he went. He paused, hovering his mouth over her sex.
“Thank ye,” she said, though her voice was barely above a whisper.
Alec blew lightly over the curls between her thighs, and Giselle gripped the coverlet to keep herself grounded as her body shuddered at the light fan of his breath. Of their own accord, her hips tilted slightly upward, as if seeking out a kiss,right there.But he wouldn’t, couldn’t. Could he? And how could she—
Giselle’s thoughts were cut short when his warm hands caressed over her hips and then beneath her arse, bringing her pulsing sex closer to his mouth.He would... He could…
