Page 56 of Forever My Lass

“I don’t want to talk anymore. I’d rather be doing something different, wouldn’t you?” she whispered as she reached behind her to stroke his cock. Instantly, his body hardened everywhere. She lifted her head, and the sultry curve of her mouth made his chest ache as if someone had sent a caber into his chest. God almighty, when the woman looked at him like that, he was ready to go to hell and back for her.

“It feels like you don’t want to talk either.” She laughed softly, and her fingers trailed along his erection in a leisurely manner. Iain’s hands grabbed at her waist, but she eluded him to move her body downward until she was kneeling between his thighs. “Not this time, Lord Glenburnie. I’m the one in charge now, and since you like to ask so many questions, I have one for you. Should I suck on your cock, my lord, or do you prefer to be fucked with me in the saddle?”

Stunned by her language, his eyes flew open to stare up at her in shock. The naughty gleam in her eyes formed a knot in his throat. He’d heard her mutter curses beneath her breath before, but what she’d just asked him aroused him in ways he’d never dreamed possible. Her smile unrepentant, she quirked an eyebrow upward and wrapped her fingers around his almost painfully hard cock. The confidence in her touch sent another invisible caber slamming into his chest.

“Should I stop?”

The question was little more than a whisper as she locked her gaze with his. The only response he could manage was a hoarse no, and she slowly bent her head to blow a warm breeze over the tip of him. The guttural groan that escaped him caused a low, throaty laugh to escape her, and the instant her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, his body jerked hard against the mattress. She repeated the action, her gaze never leaving his.

Another constricted sound of pleasure rolled out of him as her tongue swept over his skin as if she were licking a spoon clean. The erotic sensation sent his heart crashing into his chest, and his eyes closed as the heat of her mouth engulfed him, burning its way downward to the base of his cock.

Fire surged its way through his blood. It pounded a blaze of lust, desire, and passion into every inch of him. With every sliding stroke of her mouth, she teased and pulled him toward a release he struggled to prevent. He wanted her to saddle him as she’d suggested and ride him hard. He partially sat up to grasp her arms and tugged her upwards.

Without hesitating, she sheathed him with one quick stroke of her body. A shout of gratification rolled out of his throat as her body gripped his tightly. She paused for a moment, and his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips in a silent demand that she move against him. Laughter escaped her as she slowly slid his cock in and out of her buttery core. She seemed to instinctively understand that the slow, methodical way she was riding him was quickly becoming a torture session of need. Desire crashed through him and blinded him to everything except her and the fiery passion she’d aroused in him.

Eyes closed, he thrust his hips up to meet each downward stroke of her body. In the next beat of his heart, she bent her head to swirl her tongue around one of his nipples. The heat of her tongue on his skin made his hands cup her and rub his thumb over one of her nipples as she toyed with his.

The instant she bit down on him, he grunted with surprise. Another soft laugh echoed above him. The moment he looked up at her, his chest tightened in reaction to the knowing smile curving her lips. Entranced, he knew not even one of the fey could capture his imagination the way this woman was as she pleasured him with a deliberate confidence that had him reeling.

“I think you’re enjoying this, my lord.”

As her muscles contracted around him, she leaned back and increased the pace of her body’s strokes against his. The air left his lungs as his gaze focused on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her glistening folds. Christ Jesus, he’d never seen a more erotic, tantalizing sight in his life. Reaching out, he stroked the rim of her white-hot core.

The gasp of delight she uttered made him rub his thumb over the top of her core again, and she shuddered beneath his touch. Warning shots fired in his head at how close he was to losing himself in her, but he ignored the salvos. Fingers pressing into her lush hips, he urged her to ride him harder and faster. She obeyed his silent command and responded with an unrestrained passion.

Seconds later, her muscles rippled and tightened around his cock as her spasms clutched at him with a force that made him shout with delight. She was exquisite in the way she moved over him, and as much as he wanted to extend this moment of pleasure, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.

In the back of his head, he remembered he’d not worn protection the first time he’d made love to her. Now, as his sacs tightened and drew up against his cock, he quickly lifted her off of him then spilled his seed onto his stomach.

Harsh and ragged, his deep breaths of release mixed with hers as she fell onto the mattress beside him. Without thinking, he reached out to clasp her hand in his simply to maintain the physical connection between them. Lifting her hand upward, he brushed his lips over her fingertips.

At the simple gesture, he heard her draw in a sharp breath, and he immediately turned his head toward her. Puzzlement and concern crashed through him as her soft profile reflected an emotion that bordered on pain. With his free hand, he quickly reached for a handkerchief off his bedside table to remove his seed from his stomach then rolled toward her. Fingers trailing across her cheek down to her chin, Iain gently forced her to look at him. Whatever he’d seen on her face had disappeared, and frustration snaked through him. Madeline’s eyes met his, and she arched her eyebrows upward in a silent question. As he struggled with what he could say to reach the part of her she’d closed off to him, Madeline blew out a breath of exasperation.

“Don’t you dare ask me if anything is wrong, Iain.” The warning was like a claymore hacking the air between them as she turned her head away to stare up at the ceiling.

“Then tell me why ye wish tae leave Muchalls Hall, mo leannan? Ye have nae mentioned leaving before,” he growled with frustration.

Annoyed and disappointed at her determination to leave Muchalls Hall, the girls—him—he scowled at her. He ignored the fact he’d included himself in the thought. Instead, he focused his attention on his belief that the woman had to have Scottish blood. He was now certain not even his youngest was as stubborn as Madeline.

“I told you why I’ve decided to leave,” she cried angrily. “It’s unhealthy for the girls to become too attached to me. And tonight… things are even more complicated now. It’s best for everyone that I leave.”

“What does tonight have tae do with Grace or Ainslie?” He feigned puzzlement, only to regret it a second later when Madeline inflicted a baleful glare at him.

“You did not just ask me what tonight has to do with the girls.” The ferocity in her voice made him blow out a harsh breath.

“Aye, it made me sound like an eejit.”

“I’m hoping that means you just called yourself an idiot,” she snapped. “Because it was a ridiculous question. You know damn good and well what will happen if either of the girls find out you and I… that we… about tonight.”

She was right. Iain knew exactly what his daughters would think if they discovered Madeline had been in his bed. Tonight at the dinner table, they’d displayed their determination not to let Madeline leave Muchalls Hall. He wasn’t blind to the fact his daughters wanted and needed a mother, but he also knew marrying again was out of the question.

With a mental shrug, he told himself the twins didn’t need to know Madeline was sharing his bed. Mocking laughter filled his head. It wouldn’t take long for his daughters to discover the truth. Even if Grace hadn’t possessed the an dara sealladh, the twins were too intelligent not see what was happening beneath their noses. The sigh Madeline released was filled with weariness and resignation.

“I think I should go back to my room,” she said quietly and sat upright. He immediately reached out and pulled her back down into his arms.

“Stay, mo bhòidhchead fuilt dorcha. I dinnae want ye to leave,” he murmured soothingly in her ear as she tried to pull free of his arms. “I give ye my word I’ll nae question you any more tonight.”

“You promise?” Madeline eyed him suspiciously, her body still slightly straining against his embrace.