Page 51 of Captured by a Laird
He captured her mouth again and began unfastening the hooks at the back of her gown. Their kisses grew deeper, their tongues moved together in a rhythm suggestive of what would come later. Aye, surely it would this time. He reminded himself to go slowly, to savor every moment and every touch along the way. Their first time joining as man and wife would happen but once, and he wanted to make it memorable.
He covered her breast and groaned at the sensation of the soft flesh filling his hand. Unable to help himself, he pulled her against his throbbing shaft. God in heaven, she felt good.
She made a startled, high-pitched sound when he gave into another urge and dropped to his knees to press his face between her breasts. He paused to revel in this slice of heaven before wrapping his arms around her hips and lifting her up as he stood.
“What are ye doing?” she squealed.
“I’m carrying ye to the bed,” he said, “where I’m going to pleasure ye until you’re begging for me to take ye.”
And I’ll do it again night after night until you’re so pleased to share my bed that you’re content to be my wife, despite who I am, despite the wrongs I’ve done to you, and despite what I can never give you.
He would never say these things to her, of course. Alison must never know it had become important to him that she not regret becoming his wife.
That she not despise him.
He laid her down on the bed and kissed her until they were both senseless. When he slipped her loosened gown off, she lifted her hips to ease his way. Aye, she wanted him this time.
Her nipples were hard, rosy peaks, and her breathing grew ragged as he brought his fingers in slow circles up the inside of her thigh. He groaned when he found how hot and wet she was for him. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the movement of his hand. As he watched her face and soft parted lips, he swallowed against a surge of emotion. She had never been more beautiful, more desirable.And she is mine.
He felt drunk on her scent, and the little sounds she made sent bolts of desire shooting through him. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any woman before.
In a thrice, he shed his clothes. He thought he would die of pleasure when he covered her and felt her bare skin against his. Leaning on his elbows, he eased her legs apart with his knee. He bit his lip against the rush of sensation as his cock rubbed against her silky inner thigh. Ach, he needed to be inside her now, to feel her liquid heat around him.Now.
“Say ye want me,” he said against her ear, unable to keep the desperation from his voice. She had to say aye.
“Nay.”
Why? What in God’s name was she waiting for? He had told her he would wait to consummate their marriage until she was willing, but she did desire him. Her body did not lie.
“Not this.” She lifted her hand and rested her palm against his cheek. “Not yet.”
He was choking with frustration, but he told himself thatnot yetmeantsoon.
Andnot this, meant everything else was fair game… He smiled to himself. Nay, she would not hold out long.
CHAPTER 20
Alison could barely draw breath under David’s dark, lustful gaze, which promised sinful pleasures beyond her ken. She was acutely aware of every inch of his long, muscular body that touched hers, from where his chest brushed the sensitive tips of her breasts, to his hard, flat stomach flush against hers, to his muscular legs stretched along the length of hers.
Her attention focused on his hard shaft between her legs, one tantalizing inch from where he had brought her such pleasure with his hand. Her body throbbed there, and she wanted to pull on his shoulders and urge him forward.
She forced herself to remember why she had made her resolution and what she needed from him after their lust was spent. Blackadder had shattered her pride and self-respect, and she wanted them back even more than she wanted Wedderburn right now.
“Not yet, David,” she said again.
They both gasped when he moved forward and pressed his erection against her. Despite all her intentions,ayewas on her lips when he covered her mouth with his and rolled to the side.
He began working his magic with his fingers.Heaven help her.She was unable to think of anything except the sensations coursing through her body. This time, as the tension built inside her, she knew what it was leading to, and her anticipation only served to intensify the blinding burst of pleasure when it came.
She was sprawled loose-limbed on the bed, trying to catch her breath when David began kissing his way slowly down her body. As he moved lower, his lips and tongue trailing over her hip and abdomen, a prickle of unease ran through her. Her disquiet grew when he settled between her legs. Her body was still so sensitive that she twitched when he kissed the inside of her thigh.
Good heavens, what was he doing now? She rose up onto her elbows and confirmed that he was, in fact, running his tongue over that most sensitive spot between her legs. She was so shocked that she could not find her voice.
He looked up and gave her a wicked smile that made her nipples harden and sent tingles all the way to her toes and back again.
“Trust me, lass,” he said. “You’ll like this even more.”
As it turned out, he was right.
