Page 39 of Hunting for a Highlander (Highland Brides 8)

“More,” she groaned, and then, “You.”

His determination broke from his expression and Geordie slid his hand into her hair and dragged her face up to claim a kiss, his tongue thrusting in time with his fingers as they moved faster and more firmly into her until she screamed into his mouth and began to convulse against him with her release. Dwyn was vaguely aware of Geordie breaking their kiss and resting his forehead on hers as his fingers paused inside her, but she merely held on tightly to him as the only stability in a world gone mad.

Chapter 10

Geordie kissed the top of her head when Dwyn collapsed weakly against his chest. She was limp and breathing heavily, but moaned in protest when he eased his hand from between her legs, his fingers drifting across her oversensitized skin. She didn’t even have the strength to clutch at his shoulders when he shifted her in his arms and stood up in the tub. She simply lay with her head in the curve of his neck, and her arms in her lap, as he carried her to the bed.

Her energy began to return again though when he laid her in the bed, climbed in with her and began to kiss her once more. Moaning, she welcomed his kiss, her body stretching against his as he half covered hers with his own. Much to his pleasure, her excitement returned as if it had never been sated and began to burn brightly again. She had recovered quickly in the orchard as well and had been ready to go again after he’d pleasured her there. Now she kissed him eagerly back, her hands moving over him with curiosity. He grinned against her mouth as she squeezed his muscled chest, and then ran her hands down over his stomach, before bringing them back up to find and focus on his nipples.

Geordie growled into her mouth when she plucked at them. Apparently taking that as encouragement, Dwyn concentrated there, toying with them until they hardened and grew as hers did when he did it to her. He was caught by surprise when she suddenly pushed at his chest. Unprepared for it, Geordie found himself rolled to his back on the bed. Before he could roll her back, she was kneeling beside him, leaning over him to claim one nipple with her mouth, and he sucked in a startled breath as her teeth grazed the oddly sensitive tip before she drew it into her mouth to suckle.

“Ah, God, lass,” Geordie growled, peering at Dwyn’s body as she licked and nipped at his nipples. She was on her knees, bent over him, her hair a pale gold curtain, shielding her from his view so that he had to lift it away to see her breasts dangling above his stomach.

Smiling, he released the curtain of hair, and reached under to find her breasts. Geordie smiled when she moaned around his nipple as he fondled and caressed her breasts. His smile died though when one of her hands found his erection and squeezed him with interest.

Growling, he caught her by the upper arms and dragged her up his body, so that she lay half on top of him, her hair drifting around their faces as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.

She was breathless and panting when he ended the kiss, but despite that asked with concern, “Did I hurt ye, m’laird?”

“Nay,” he assured her, before rolling her onto her back again. This time he covered her fully. Holding his upper body off of her with his arms, he watched her face and ground himself against her, pleased when she gasped and let her legs open to cuddle him. He slid against her again, his cock gliding against her moist heat and making him grit his teeth.

Damn, he was hard as a poker, and wanted her more than he’d wanted any woman in his life. But he couldn’t take her yet. Geordie was determined to give her as much pleasure as possible before he breached her. The tips of his fingers had pressed against her maid’s veil as he’d pleasured her with his hand. Georgie had even pushed against it twice, but it hadn’t broken, and he didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t pushed far enough in, or it was thick enough that it would take some force to break through. But he hadn’t wanted to cause her pain just then, so he’d kept from further testing the situation. However, either way, Geordie suspected she wouldn’t enjoy the breaching, and he wanted to make sure she enjoyed the before part as much as possible before getting to that. He wanted her to want him again, not fear the marriage bed, so he ground against her again, groaning with her as his cock slid over her.

“Geordie, please,” Dwyn gasped, wrapping her legs around his hips and shifting against him. “I need—”

“Soon, lass,” he growled, grinding against her again.

“But I want— Let me taste ye,” she begged now, clutching at his arms. “Let me make ye want me like I want you.”

Geordie froze at her words, tempted by them. The image they made rear up in his mind almost had him forgetting his good intentions and thrusting into her, but at the last moment, he pulled back, and then pushed away and slithered down her body to get his erection as far from her opening as possible. He didn’t pause until his head was between her legs, and then he pressed her thighs farther apart to open her to his gaze, and ducked his head to press his mouth to her.

A smiled eased the grim expression on Geordie’s face when she cried out and jerked under the first touch, and then he set to work, sucking on the soft folds guarding the jewel beneath, and then licking and sucking the hardening nub before thrusting his tongue where he wanted to put his cock. He didn’t dally and enjoy it this time as he had in the orchard. This was purely to send her over the edge, and he quickly worked her into a frenzy and then added a finger to the mix. The moment she cried out and began to convulse, he raised himself up to kneel between her legs, caught her by the hips, lifted her and drove home.

Dear God in heaven, Geordie thought, sure he’d found paradise. She was so hot, and tight, her inner muscles squeezing him as her body shuddered with her orgasm. Dwyn hadn’t even seemed to notice the tearing, though he’d felt the brief resistance before her veil gave way to him. Now he released her hips and fell forward, catching his upper body with his hands on either side of her shoulders, and bent to claim her mouth and silence her insensate babbling. Dwyn went briefly still, but when he eased himself back out of her and drove back in, she moaned into his mouth and began to kiss him back. When he did it again, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, her fingers clawing at his back and heels pushing at his arse and urging him on.

That’s when Geordie gave up trying to be slow and gentle and began to thrust as he wished, pounding into her, his balls slapping against her, and a growl building in his throat as her body squeezed and milked him. When Dwyn came again, her inner muscles clamped down on him so hard he nearly came too, but Geordie managed to hold himself back by slowing his motions until her muscles eased. He didn’t let himself go until she cried out into his mouth again as she found her third orgasm. Then he stiffened against her and broke their kiss, his head rising and her name slipping from his lips on a groan as he poured himself into her.

It was only as Geordie collapsed on top of her and then quickly rolled to the side, taking her with him, that he recalled his intention not to spill his seed in her. A frown claiming his lips, Geordie closed his eyes unhappily as he realized he’d failed Dwyn there.

“I do no’ think we should marry, m’laird.”

Geordie’s eyes blinked open with amazement.

“No’ until—” she began.

“Are ye mad, woman?” he interrupted with shock. “We are married. There’s no thinking we should or no’.”

“What?” She lifted her head to peer at him with surprise. “Nay, we just—”

“I asked ye to marry me. Ye said aye. And I bedded ye. We’re handfasted. As good as married in the eyes of the law,” he pointed out grimly.

“Aye, I said aye first,” she agreed, “but then I said nay.”

Geordie narrowed his eyes. “We are handfasted, Dwyn. And the contracts are drawn up. We are wed by law already, and the wedding for the church is tomorrow.”

“What?” she gasped, pulling away to gape at him.

Geordie stared at her with a combination of bewilderment and anger. For God’s sake, there were six women in the keep who would have been glad to marry him, and he picked the one who looked horrified at the prospect.

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