Page 87 of To Wed a Wild Scot
Her body strained against his. “I—I can’t, Logan. Not again. It’s too much.”
Logan reached down between their bodies, hissing when his fingers found her damp core. “Yes, you can. You’re so wet, so ready.” He rolled the pad of one finger over her tender nub, moaning when it grew harder under his touch. “Come for me,breagha bhean. I need to feel you.”
His other hand slid up her body to her breast, his thumb finding her nipple. He worked her with both hands, petting and teasing even as he continued to thrust into her, and God, she was so hot, so sweet, her body clenching around his, greedy for him. He stroked into her harder, urging her on with his fingers. His spine started to tingle, and he could feel his release sliding closer, then closer still, and he couldn’t wait, couldn’t wait any longer…
Just as he was tumbling over the edge with a guttural moan, Juliana stiffened beneath him. Her breath caught on a sob, and then she was coming apart for him. He dimly registered her breathless cries in his ears and her body squeezing his, contracting around him until everything else faded but the agonizing pleasure of being buried inside her.
It seemed to go on forever, shaking and tossing them in its grip until at last Logan felt the tension drain from her body. She went slack, melting against him. His hips ceased their relentless thrusting as the pleasure slowly faded away, leaving them both breathless and sated.
Logan tightened his arms around her and trailed his lips over her neck before collapsing onto his back against the bed. He took her with him, dragging her close so her head was on his chest, and one of her legs thrown over his.
After a time, their breathing evened, and the sweat cooled on their skin. Juliana shivered and burrowed closer, and Logan reached down and drew the coverlet over them.
They didn’t speak, but lay quietly together, wrapped in their warm cocoon. Juliana pressed soft kisses on his neck and stroked his chest, but eventually she went still.
Logan continued to stroke her back long after she’d fallen asleep.
He didn’t sleep. He held her in his arms, his thoughts in turmoil.
This business with Cowden had to end.
He’d returned to see the man three times since that initial visit, and each time he’d been ushered into his lordship’s presence readily enough. Cowden seemed to relish his visits. He was always unfailingly polite—solicitous, even. He offered Logan his finest port, and encouraged him to remain well into the night, chatting or playing at chess or cards.
Cowden was clever, amusing, charming—the consummate host. Anyone watching the two of them together would have imagined they were the best of friends.
Logan knew better.
Cowden was simply toying with him, lying in wait for Logan to make his next move. He knew damn well Logan intended to get the land in Perth, no matter what it took. So, he bided his time, his cold gray eyes scrutinizing Logan’s every move, his every breath, and waited for their inevitable clash of swords.
It would come sooner than he expected. Tonight, Logan would visit Lord Cowden one final time, and when he left, he’d take the rights to Cowden’s Scottish land with him.
He needed to finish this. He had Juliana and Grace now, and he wanted to begin his life with them as soon as possible, without any shadows or secrets hanging over them.
The sooner he put an end to Cowden’s game, the better. The man was dangerous, and this battle with him was going to keep getting uglier until it was resolved. He didn’t want Juliana or Grace anywhere near it.
Juliana stirred in her sleep, and he tightened his arms around her and pressed a kiss in her hair. She sighed, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. He gathered her closer against him and waited, eyes open, for morning to come.
Chapter Twenty-two
Juliana got up several times throughout the night to check on Grace, and ended up waking much later the next morning than was her habit. A quick glance out her window revealed it was nearly midday.
Logan was already gone. His coverlet trailed on the floor, and his side of the bed was cold. Before she had a chance to wonder where he was, she heard the soft sound of the connecting door opening, then closing again.
A moment later, Logan appeared at the entrance to her bedchamber. He saw she was awake, and a slow smile curved his lips. Juliana’s breath caught, and she knew she would never become accustomed to how handsome he was. Every time she looked at him, her heart beat in a wild frenzy inside her chest.
“Good morning,mo bhean.” He leaned his hip against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest. “You look deliciously rumpled and sleepy.” His hot blue gaze moved over her face and down her neck, then lingered on the upper curves of her breasts peeking over the edge of the coverlet.
A slow, intense heat washed over Juliana, leaving her flushed and breathless.
“That’s a seductive blush, Ana.” Logan dropped his arms and straightened away from the door. “You make me want to see how far it goes.”
Juliana lifted the sheet and peeked underneath. When she met his gaze again, her lips were quirked in an inviting smile. “Farther than you imagine.”
“Oh?” He prowled across the room toward her, blue eyes glittering, and sank down onto the edge of the bed. “Show me.”
Juliana let the coverlet drop to her hips and leaned back against the pile of pillows behind her.
A soft hiss left Logan’s lips. “How are you so beautiful? You look like a wicked angel, with your wild hair falling everywhere.” He caught a long lock in his fingers and drew it over her shoulder so the wavy ends brushed against her nipple. His eyes darkened as he watched it harden, then he leaned forward with a groan and took it into his mouth.
