Page 58 of Taming the Scot
She gazed at him, where his chin rested on her belly, his blue eyes dancing with humor and desire. “The captain is of a mind to torment me.”
Then she grinned. “Ye’ve seen me. Let me see ye.”
Euan sucked in a deep breath and then pushed off the bed. Bronwen’s cheeks grew warm, and her breaths came a little quicker as he shed his kilt, shirt, hose and shoes with deliberate intent. His chest was broad, a sprinkle of golden hair dusted the muscular expanse. Ripples of corded sinew led down his abdomen to his rigid arousal, jutting forward and setting off something primal inside her.
His physique was perfectly sculpted, as the marble statues had been in the museum she’d snuck into. “Ye could have been carved from marble.”
“But thank God I’m flesh and bone.” Euan glided the length of his naked body along hers, the tip of his erection pressing between her thighs.
A shot of exquisite pleasure pulsated her insides, and she squirmed, wanting to feel more of him against her. My God… Euan captured her lips with his as his hand danced a breathtaking trail to the crux of her thighs. He caressed the little bud of her pleasure until she writhed and then slipped his fingers between her folds and sank deep inside her. Nothing before had felt so wonderful, intoxicating. Bronwen arched her back, moaning as waves of pleasure wrapped their way around her. He continued his ministrations of torment. Stroking, plunging until she felt she was on the very tip of something massive, and that if she just reached it…
“Does it feel good, love?” he asked.
A barely audible “Aye” was all she could manage.
He nuzzled her breasts, teasing her nipples as his fingers drove her nether parts wild and this time—thank heavens—he didn’t stop. An explosion of the most ethereal sensations cascaded through her, making her heart skip a beat. She cried out in surprise pleasure. But it didn’t end there; it pulsed and pulsed in an undulating wave, rippling through her body.
“Oh, God, Bronwen. I have to have ye now.”
She nodded, unable to speak, but knowing whatever it was that he wanted, she wanted it too.
Euan spread her legs wide and settled between her thighs. His thick arousal slid between her folds. He came down on her, his chest pressed to hers, his mouth demanding a heated kiss. And as she acquiesced, he gripped her buttocks with one hand and his shaft with the other, and then he plunged inside. He stilled for a moment when a muffled cry escaped her. But the pain didn’t last long, and as he kissed her and shifted his hand between their bodies to stroke that fiery nub again, it disappeared completely, leaving her only with the desire for more pleasure. She tilted her pelvis to allow him to sink in more fully.
“Are ye all right?” he asked. “Does it hurt?”
“Nay…” she sighed. “It feels so good.”
“Och, good, lass, verra good.”
He grasped her hands in his and placed them above her head as he moved slowly in and out. Bronwen wrapped her legs higher around his hips. His pace, sensual and calculated at first, quickened until he drove into her with a vigorous pace she easily matched. She lifted her hips for each plunge, taking him in deeper, fuller. With her arms wrapped around him, she clung to his strong body. Warmth gathered in her center, pulsing. Her entire body was on fire until once again, a release shook her with the force of an earthquake.
“Euan!” she cried out.
“Oh, God, Bronwen!” he responded as he plunged faster, harder until his body shuddered above her.
They remained entwined as he slowed to a stop. He rested his forehead against hers, their eyes connecting.
A smile of pleasure and contentment curved her lips. “That was amazing.”
“Ye are amazing.” He kissed her lips gently. “I’ve never been happier that ye stormed my castle.”
She laughed as he pulled her in for a hug and rolled them both to the side. Bronwen curled up next to him, loving the feel of his strong arms around her, the way their bodies seemed made to fit together.
“And I’m glad ye felt incompetent enough to need a governess, though I must say, ye did no’ seem to need one.”
His hand stroked lazily at her hip. “I did no’ need any governess, lass. I needed ye.”
Bronwen grinned, blew out the candle, and sighed with happiness into the darkness, snuggled beside the man she loved. And in that blissful moment in time, it felt as if nothing could ever go wrong.
15
The house was quiet. Bronwen had gotten used to being the first to wake but was sometimes surprised by Euan while eating breakfast. Either he slept late, or he was out before dawn to work with his crofters. Rare was it they were able to meet by chance.
This morning, however, when she’d climbed from the bed, she knew exactly where he was. And she’d smiled into the dim dawn light at his sleeping form, which lay sprawled on her bed, the sheet over only the middle of his body. His arms wide; his legs too. The man slept as though he owned all the space on the bed, and she’d been perfectly content to roll up into his arms and stay there. But alas, a lifetime of waking early wasn’t about to change, even if she’d been up half the night, for they’d made love three glorious times.
Bronwen had been reluctant to leave the cocoon of their warmth. But she was also worried that her maid would come in search of her to help her get ready and find her lying there beside the naked captain. If she was already up and about, then hopefully the maid wouldn’t enter just yet. It was one thing to make love with him, quite another to be caught doing it, even if she had agreed to be his forever.
So, she’d hurried to get herself ready and had escaped her room before anyone deigned to knock on the door. Servants tiptoed about to get their work done but not wake anyone in the process. The dining room was empty, save for the bacon and eggs and toast which smelled heavenly.
