Page 75 of To Wed a Wild Scot
He’d explored every inch of her body—touched her everywhere, with both his hands and his mouth—but he’d never before asked her to touch him. “Like this?” Juliana gripped him carefully and moved her hand up his hard length, then back down again. She stroked him once or twice, and then, emboldened by his panting breaths, caressed him in a steady rhythm until Logan’s neck arched, and his head fell back against the pillow.
“Yes. God, yes. Just like that.” His voice was husky, strained. Juliana continued to stroke him, her lips parting in surprise when he twitched and pulsed against her palm. A tortured groan left his lips, and his hips jerked beneath her.
“Come here,bhig galla.” He grasped her hips and held her steady as he shifted to sit up against the pillows. Then he tugged her closer. “Wrap your legs around my hips.”
Juliana did as he asked, her breath leaving her lungs in a heated rush when he dragged his hands up her sides and filled his palms with her breasts. The faintest hint of light was now peeking into the room. Logan’s gaze remained riveted on her face as he stroked and teased her nipples into hard, straining peaks. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful, Ana. Do you want my mouth on you,mobhean?”
Warmth pooled between her legs and her hands twisted in his hair. “Yes. I want everything.”
Logan’s hands slid from her hips up her back. He held her steady and leaned forward to nuzzle her neck and the soft skin between her breasts. Juliana’s head fell back, and Logan groaned as her long hair brushed against his thighs. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and darted his tongue over her before sucking at the tender peak. He tormented her like this for what seemed to Juliana to be hours, his hot mouth nipping and teasing until she was writhing against him and whimpering.
Her soft, pleading sounds seemed to madden him. He trailed his hand down her stomach and slid his fingers between her legs. He parted her soft folds, and a harsh groan tore from his chest. “You’re so ready for me. So slick and hot.”
His fingers tightened around her hips and he lifted her up. Juliana expected him to ease her flat against the bed and move over her, but he didn’t. Instead he took himself in hand and positioned her over him. “Sink down onto me, Ana.”
Juliana’s eyes went wide. She hesitated, but Logan was guiding her down, and she could feel his hard length easing into her. She wanted him so much, loved him so much…
“Yes,galla. Move with me.Dia tha. Yes, just like that.” He teased and coaxed her, his hands steady on her hips, easing her down onto him each time he thrust upwards until they were moving in perfect sync.
“Ah, Logan. Please.” Juliana had never felt him so deep inside her before. Her fingernails curled into his back as he drove her closer and closer to the edge with each thrust of his hips.
“Come for me, Ana. Now,galla. I want to see you.” He jerked her down hard over his length, surging up into her at the same time. Juliana cried out as the pleasure slid closer and closer. She was right on the edge when Logan’s mouth closed over the tip of her breast. He dragged his teeth lightly over her nipple just as his hand slid between her legs and his clever fingers found her center.
One stroke was all it took. Juliana’s entire body drew taut, and she unraveled with a sharp cry. Logan buried his face in her neck with a harsh groan, his hips arching helplessly as her body sent him hurtling to his own pleasure.
They were quiet afterwards as they waited for their breathing to calm. Juliana held him as tightly as she could, her heart thundering, her fingers tangled in his hair.
* * * *
“We’re less than two hours from Guildford, Ana. You should try and rest before we reach Graystone Court.”
Juliana turned from the window toward Logan, gazing at his mouth as he spoke. He had such a lovely mouth, with full, firm lips. They were soft, too. Much softer than such a fierce man’s lips should be, and he kissed her so gently. Just the memory of the way he’d nibbled and teased at her lips made her breath quicken even now. His kisses left her dizzy, and the touch of his big, rough hands made her ache with a desire that stunned her.
“You’ll need all your strength to see your father,” he added, his forehead creased with concern.
Her father. Shame washed over Juliana at finding her father hadn’t been uppermost in her thoughts. Since she’d received Lord Arthur’s letter, she’d spent nearly every moment thinking about him, praying she wasn’t too late, both for her father’s sake, and for Grace’s.
“I love him, you know,” she said suddenly. “My father. I love him, but I’m angry at him still, and I don’t want to be. I want to forgive him, but…”
But she couldn’t, and how unfair, how selfish that made her. To resent a father who was afflicted with a disease that made him a stranger to himself. A father who’d always loved her with such tender affection. To withhold forgiveness from him now, as he hovered on the verge of death—
Logan didn’t speak, but he reached for her, his large, warm hands closing over both of hers. She met his gaze, and the compassion in his face made tears rush to her eyes. “He gave me everything, Logan. His love, his attention, everything I could have asked for—”
“No, he didn’t. He didn’t give you his trust.”
“His trust? What do you mean?” Juliana clung to his hands, her voice thick with tears.
“He didn’t trust you to take care of Grace, or to take care of yourself. That’s a difficult thing to forgive in someone you love, but you will, in time.”
Juliana frowned. “Of course he trusts me. He’s my father, Logan.”
He studied her in silence. She didn’t understand the look in his eyes, but it made her want to hide her face from him.
He didn’t argue with her, but he drew his hands away. “You need to rest, Juliana. You’re pale and shaky. Come, you won’t be any help to your father if you’re ill.”
Juliana waited for him to say more, but he remained silent, so she turned her gaze back to the window. At some point she must have fallen asleep, because when she came to again the coach had rolled to a stop, and Logan was leaning over her, gently shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, Ana. We’re here.”
Juliana gazed groggily up him, then jerked awake as the meaning of his words sank in. She struggled upright and glanced out the window. They’d drawn up in front of the entrance toGraystone Court.
