Page 39 of The Lyon and the Unicorn
“Is it?”
“And love,” he said. “Where I’m from, it’s tradition that a bride and groom share the same cup before their guests, as a gesture of their newfound love.”
Her lips parted once more, glistening with moisture. Unable to conquer his need, he leaned forward and captured them in a kiss.
“Is that another tradition where you’re from?” she whispered.
“Aye,” he said, his voice a low rasp.
“Even outside, on the moors? Is that not terribly wicked?”
“And all the more pleasurable for it,” he said, drawing her close. “In my homeland, we kiss our women on the slopes of the mountain.”
“You let women climb mountains?”
“Our lasses are strong. I’ll show ye how to climb the mountain at my home—to scramble over the rocks, to feel the heartbeat of the earth pulse through the granite, and…”
He caught his breath as the image filled his mind and stiffened his cock.
“And I’ll show ye how to swim naked in the loch.”
“Oh, my…”
She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. She shuffled closer, and her skirts rose, revealing a bare thigh—creamy-white flesh that seemed to glow in the darkness of the cave.
Unable to resist, he placed a hand on her thigh. A rich scent filled the cave, the sweet aroma of female need.
She slipped her tongue into his mouth and moved it slickly across his own tongue, issuing mewls of pleasure that sent a fire of need through his blood.
A wild creature, she was—earthy, untamed, and primal.
He moved his hand higher, and she gave a deep sigh and arched her back. Then his fingers met her slick heat and it was all he could do to stop his body from exploding.
Sweet Lord—what a glorious creature she was! A pagan goddess for him to worship.
And worship her he would. He ran his fingertip along her flesh, and she shuddered with pleasure. Then he found the little bud at her center. She jerked as she broke the kiss and let out a cry.
“Murdo!”
This must be what heaven was like—to hear his name on the lips of the woman he loved.
Then he checked himself. The woman he loved…
Aye. I love her.
He slipped his finger inside her. She threw her head back and cried out. Her body rippled and tightened around his fingerwhile she surrendered to her pleasure until, at length, she grew still, pulsing faintly against him.
He lifted his plaid and his cock sprang free. Then she parted her thighs.
One thrust and she would be his.
“Murdo,” she whispered, her eyes hooded. “I’ve never…” She shook her head. “It that what it’s supposed to be like?”
She clung to him, and her trust almost broke his heart.
“Forgive me, lass,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that. Not without your consent.”
“You did nothing I didn’t want you to do,” she said. “It was…wonderful.”
