Page 89 of The Scot’s Secret

All thoughts of stopping him fled her mind. At the first flicker of his tongue, she grabbed the coverlet and decided never to let go. She squeezed it and arched her back toward him. The sensation was similar to when he touched her there, but much, much more intense. She raised her head and immediately wished she hadn’t. The sight of his head between her legs, the muscles of his shoulders moving as he did indeed taste her. . .

“I. . . can’t,” she murmured.

She wasn’t even sure what that meant.

He stopped just long enough to prod her legs apart. No, it wasn’t anything like the time he’d pleasured her at the beach. This was so much more primal. He teased and tormented, and her grip tightened. The pressure was almost unbearable.

“Not too loud, love.”

Had she made a sound? “Please don’t stop.”

When Alex chuckled against her, the sound so familiar and yet unexpected at this particular moment, another feeling took hold. One deep within her that made her feel more connected to this man than anyone in her life.

Dear lord. . . how had she allowed herself to fall in love with this Scotsman?

And that was when her entire world shattered. She arched toward him and tried not to cry out while every muscle tensed and exploded. It was as if she was being torn apart from the inside, but in a good way. Nay, a magnificent way. Clara couldn’t breathe. She lay motionless, trying to understand what had just happened.

Except Alex didn’t give her time to understand. He moved around to the side of the bed and she shifted up toward him. Clara was surprised she was able to move at all.

He positioned himself above her, and she looked down.

Oh dear.

“Clara, are you sure about this?”

“Not at all. I understand that is supposed to be inside me, but. . .” She felt foolish to say it aloud, but would it really fit?

Though his features were obscured by the shadows, his broad smile reassured her a bit.

“That’s not what I meant, lass.”

She was about to ask if he was all right—his face, though extraordinarily handsome, also appeared a bit pained. But then she remembered what ailed him. She remembered because he had taught her.

“Desire,” she blurted.

He cocked his head and drew his brows together.

“You look a bit like you’re in pain. But I remember what you told me.”

That smile again.

“This will work just fine,” he said, nodding downward. “Are you sure you want to do this? You can lose your maidenhood but once.”

“Oh.” She was perfectly aware of that. “I’m sure, Alex.”

He reached down between her legs while warmth began to spread through her again. “I want to do the same to you.”

It was the wrong thing to say. Or perhaps just the opposite. Either way, something snapped in her previously composed Scot. He withdrew his hand, made a sound that reminded her of. . . Well, she’d never heard such a sound. But she liked it.

And then he entered her, just a bit. It felt different. His manhood guided inside her easily until it stopped.

“Clara?”

Her maidenhood. It was useless to her.

She reached up and pulled him toward her. With that same guttural sound, he pushed again, and this time there was pain. Alex was lying atop her, his arms holding his body over her. He lowered his head and kissed her. But it wasn’t the insistent kiss from before. This one was soft and tender. His mouth guided hers open, his tongue coaxing, gentle.

Clara kissed him back and only remembered the pain when he began to move again. But it had already dissipated, replaced by an entirely new sensation.