Page 71 of The Scot is Hers
“Oh, Alec, this is…” But she didn’t know how to describe what she was feeling, what was happening, other than to sigh and whisper, “heaven.”
“Ye have no idea,” he said, his voice strained. “I’ve never felt this good before. Ye make everything better.”
Alec burrowed against her neck, kissing the place where her pulse leapt. And then he too shifted above her, withdrawing his body from hers, but only a fraction before he thrust forward.
The sensation was incredible, and Giselle moaned softly at the pleasure. He did it again, farther this time, then driving back inside. His mouth progressed from her neck to her ear, back to her lips, and then down the front of her throat to her chest. He nuzzled her breasts. Drew a taut nipple into his mouth.
But Giselle wasn’t about to let Alec be the only one exploring, tasting. She mimicked his ministrations. Kissed his neck, nipping at his collarbone. She took his earlobe between her teeth and told him how much she liked his strong body and what he was doing to her.
What was happening between them was transcendent, and she was certain never to come back from it the same. She was also certain to want to do this over and over throughout the day, which might become a problem.
Alec brought her to new heights of pleasure. He thrust fast, then slow. Withdrew nearly all the way until she demanded he come back. Over and over, until at last, the torment was no match for the passion their bodies demanded to be released.
Rapture overtook her then, shattering her insides. She clamped her legs around him as her body exploded with pleasure. Tremors rocked her from the inside out as she arched into him, rising and falling with each thrust. Alec swallowed her cries of pleasure with his kiss, keeping this exquisite moment to themselves and not the entire castle.
Giselle clung to him, riding out the waves, kissing him back with all the love and passion she felt for him. Alec gasped against her lips, a guttural, primal sound climbing in his throat. He shuddered violently, his pelvis slamming against her own.
Sweat glistened on their flushed skin. Their kiss slowed, becoming more tender than hungry. And they stayed that way until their breaths became even. Alec rolled to the side, pulling her with him, her breasts against his chest, one leg hooked over his hip. His arm tucked protectively around her.
Giselle stroked the side of his face, smiling as her fingers curled into his ginger beard. She kissed him again, feeling so at peace, so full of bliss. The rest of the world could have melted away.
“If only I’d known in that darkened garden years ago that we’d be lying here like this, my world complete, I’d no’ have waited so long to ride toward your castle.”
“And if only I’d had the ballocks to pursue ye as I wanted. Alas, we’ve a lot of years to make up for.”
In the distance, she could hear the sound of her name being called from somewhere in the castle.
She let out a disappointed sigh. “In the meantime, I think we need to put the search party out of its misery.”
Alec chuckled, rocking her onto her back and rising above her. “Or we could make them wait a little longer.”
Epilogue
Six months later
“Are ye certain ye want to do this?” Giselle asked, holding her husband’s hand and gazing up into his green eyes as they stood outside the stable at Slains Castle. The air was crisp, and the sun shone. And for one rare day in early spring, it didn’t feel as though it might snow or rain at any moment.
“Aye. I think ’tis important,” he finally said with a long sigh.
After marrying six months before and spending an extended honeymoon in the Highlands through the winter, they’d finally decided to return to Edinburgh now that it was spring to make their debut as a married couple to Scottish society—a prospect the two of them dreaded.
However, Giselle was excited to see Jaime, who was nearing the end of her pregnancy and expecting the child in a month or so’s time. Giselle had some news of her own to share with her dearest friend.
Alec slipped his hand into the front of her cloak and pressed it to her swollen belly. “We can always go tomorrow.”
Giselle laughed. “I might be busy tomorrow. Or it might decide to hail. Perhaps we should wait until next year?”
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to see their friends, for they dearly did. Their hesitation landed squarely back to where they’d been when they first met in the garden several years prior—the dowager countess and her party planning ways.
When they’d sent word to Alec’s mother that they were planning to visit Edinburgh though they didn’t mention they would be returning to the country for the birth of their child. They wanted the news of their pregnancy to be a surprised. Despite their requests for a quiet visit, his mother had insisted on planning a party to celebrate the two of them. If Alec had denied his mother, she would have done so anyway, so he reluctantly agreed.
Which was why Giselle was not at all surprised that he was worried about it. They’d been so content to live quietly, enjoying each other after the whirlwind madness of the house full of guests during their quick courtship. They’d spent endless days naked in bed, as much as they’d spent them buried in the pages of books and riding on the moors—not during thunderstorms. Being thrust back into society felt as if they’d be walking on a bed of nails together.
“We could wait until the birth of the bairn,” Giselle added with a teasing grin. “But then we might be too tired. And the way we are, I’ll likely be with child quite soon after the first.”
Alec wiggled his brows with a chuckle and leaned down to kiss her. “I do love the idea of remaining in seclusion with ye forever.”
“As do I.” Giselle let out a long sigh. “But knowing both of our mothers, if we do no’ go and show our faces now, in a few weeks’ time, they’ll have moved into Slains, and we’ll never be free of them.”
