Page 119 of Wedded to the Devilish Highlander
“How about we start now?” Eileen asked.
“Och, this is yer family’s home. Why do ye have to tease me like that, Eileen Kilmartin?”
“We dinnae have to be loud; I just want to feel ye inside me.”
“Aye, and that’s all I’ve been thinkin’ about when I saw ye again. Ye ken me body aches for ye.”
“Then put that body to good use,” Eileen urged.
Archer didn’t say anything. Instead, he flipped her under him and lowered himself between her thighs.
Eileen gasped and quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to stop anyone around from hearing. They were in the guest quarters, but still.
“Is this good enough for ye?” he asked.
“It’s a good start.”
Archer reached down and lifted her thigh. “How about now?”
“Gettin’ warmer,” she said.
Archer slid a finger to her entrance, holding it there for a second before brushing it over her nub.
Eileen shivered as he petted her, reveling in the sensations his fingertips could elicit.
He moved his hand over her midriff and rested it on her side. She reached up and cupped his face, pulling him down and kissing him ravenously.
She tried to stifle her moans, but she couldn’t anymore. Her tongue darted out to meet his, and she snaked her hand around the back of his neck, holding his lips to hers.
Archer reached down again and slid his fingers from her entrance to her nub a couple of times before withdrawing them.
She let out a frustrated groan this time, but he quickly swallowed it. She moved her other hand to his back, digging her nails into the hard flesh.
He teased her once more, rubbing circles over her nub, but then he plunged his fingers into her wetness and curled them.
“Aye,” Eileen moaned. “Nay, nae just yer fingers. Ye ken what I need.”
“Aye, I do,” Archer purred. “I love ye, Eileen Kilmartin.”
“Mmm. I love ye, too.”
Archer slid his other hand over her stomach, her side, her left breast, and then trailed it down to her mound. He shifted his hips, nudging her thighs further apart, and thrust into her.
Eileen felt her breath stutter in her lungs. Her mouth dropped open on a silent moan as he entered her fully.
She’d been in this position before, but not like this. Her heart didn't pound, but beat rhythmically as if to a drum, her skin prickled, the hair on her neck stood on end, and something within her reached out and into the Laird, where it was embraced and welcomed.
Archer gyrated his hips, thrusting in and out steadily, not going too fast, lest she make too much noise.
“Aye, that’s it,” she gasped. “That’s what I want.”
“Then that’s what I’ll give ye,” he groaned.
Eileen reached out her hands and fisted them in the sheets, twisting the fabric between her fingers as he moved in and out of her wet cavern. The pleasure swelled inside her, spreading through her limbs, making her toes tingle, and she tugged at the sheets.
She felt something shift inside her, and she looked up to find him staring down at her intently as he plowed her.
She smiled, and he laughed. It was a sound of pure joy, as if all previous laughs meant nothing. She didn’t need to ask to know that he was happy.
