Page 67 of A Dash of Scot
Poppy skimmed her fingers over the waistband of his breeches, and Dougal hissed a breath against her lips.
“Och, lass…” he growled, giving her lower lip a gentle nip.
Wherever his lips touched, she burned. Wherever his fingers grazed, she felt thrilled. And from how he breathed, the slight tremble in his hands, she was sure he felt the same way.
Growing bolder in her exploration, Poppy pressed her lips to Dougal’s corded neck. He hissed again, emboldening her. She licked a path from his neck to his shoulder. As if in competition with who could tease who, he too grew more frenzied, licking at her flesh. She mirrored his every move, her tongue darting over his salty skin, then sucking until he gasped.
But then Dougal won their little competition as he cupped her breasts once more. Poppy gasped and thrust her chest forward, filling his hands more fully. His touch was warm, and yet she shivered. Dougal’s hot breath caressed over her flesh, and she whimpered. Wanted him to taste her nipples again. To feel that delicious thrill. She never wanted him to stop.
Searing hot velvet touched a taut nipple, and Poppy moaned. Her eyes sank closed in ecstasy as his tongue flicked over her nipple. My god, but he was magic with his mouth. Molten magic.
She gripped the back of his head, threading her fingers into his hair and holding him in place. Dougal chuckled, undulating his tongue in decadent caresses again and again until the exquisite pleasure of it was almost too much.
With trembling fingers, Poppy explored Dougal’s chest, his abdomen, feeling the flex of his muscles beneath her touch. Again, she skimmed her fingers around his waistband and beneath it. If she was naked, he should be too.
“Take these off,” she whispered. “Please.”
Dougal gazed at her, his eyes hooded, his mouth curling into a wicked grin.
“What the lady wants, the lady gets.” Dougal flicked open the buttons of his breeches, revealing more of his skin, and then…
Poppy rocked back on her heels and watched as he revealed a sprinkling of dark hair and a long, thick shaft—his arousal, the hardness that pressed to her and made her shiver. Her breath caught, and she felt slightly light-headed. Dougal was beyond striking. He was mesmerizing. Almost as if the heavens had opened up and sculpted him from the stones that jutted from the mountains.
For a few brief seconds, she was a little scared, but not in a terrifying way; more like, was she going to be any good at this? Without thinking, she reached out and skimmed her hand over his hard length, marveling at the velvet softness that was in contrast to the hardness beneath.
“Your skin is soft. I’d thought it would be… I don’t know. Rougher somehow,” she said with wonderment.
“Och, ye’ll have me undone,” he growled, then pressed his mouth to hers, their naked bodies clashing together in a heated, passionate friction.
Dougal slid his hand over her buttocks, and she whimpered as he tugged her even closer. The hardness of him pressing to the very heat of her and sending longing pulsing deep inside her core. He caressed her hip and tickled his way over her ribs to her breasts. Stroked her nipples while he devoured her mouth.
Dougal slipped his hand down her belly and between her thighs. She moaned when he slid a finger through her folds and stroked over the hardened, slick nub of her pleasure. Every part of her trembled. She arched into him, wanting more of the breathtaking sensations he gave her.
Then he pushed a finger inside her. Poppy cried out as her body convulsed, her sex clenching around his finger, knees growing weak. Just as she was about to collapse, Dougal lifted her into the air and carried her to the bed.
Dougal smiled down at his wife and the way she was splayed out on the bed. A feast for the taking. How had he gotten so lucky? He was still in a semi-state of shock that she was his. That he’d been able to fix the near disaster of her disappearing from his life forever.
“I love ye,” he said, and even those three little words did little to relay the scope and depth of his feelings for her.
He had to show her.
“I love you, too, husband.”
Dougal lay on the bed beside her, tugging Poppy into his arms as he kissed her. She sighed into his mouth, the sound filled with the same pleasure and contentment he also felt. He loved the sounds she made when he touched her. Needed to hear more. He nuzzled a path between her breasts and kissed the soft planes of her belly. Stroked over the length of her thighs, running his hands from her knees to her hips and back.
“Poppy, ye’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
At his gentle nudging, she opened her thighs, revealing the glistening folds of her sex covered with a sprinkle of curls. Dougal’s breath caught at the sight. Not as if he hadn’t seen a woman naked before. But Poppy…his wife…his forever made this moment all the more powerful. He glanced at her face. Her eyes were heavily lidded, cloudy with desire, and she watched him, studied him. This woman, his wife, was his. And he was hers.
The moment he took her, and they consummated this marriage, there was no going back. Not that he had plans to do so, but maybe she?—
“Am I…still beautiful?” she asked. “For I have shocked you into silence.”
His chest grew tight, and every muscle coiled, ready to spring. He made a vow to himself that he would make her cry out with pleasure again and again.
“Ye’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more. The most beautiful woman I have ever beheld and I love ye more with every second that passes.”
Dougal moved to kneel between her thighs, feeling the warm length of her strong legs on the outside of his thighs. His cock pulsed, blood surging into the length, making him rock-solid. Poppy’s eyes riveted to him, sliding up and down his body with the same hunger careening through him.
