Page 26 of A Highland Bride Taken
He pressed her against the wall, and she was suddenly aware of a very hard member poking her most intimate place. Shewhimpered when his hips shifted and created friction where she hadn’t realized she needed it. He thrust his hips again, and her head fell back on a wordless scream as pleasure crashed over her.
Soon, she felt him begin to pull away, and he lowered her onto her feet. She extricated herself from him and pulled her lip between her teeth.
Was that all?
Surely there was something more? Her body still craved it, even though she didn’t know what to name the feeling. She squirmed as more liquid heat pooled between her legs.
“Dinnae worry, lass. In due time, ye will ken all there is,” he murmured, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Sleep well.”
As if she would be able to.
Her body felt alive with sensations she had never felt before, and there was a strange pulse between her legs she couldn’t understand.
How was a woman to sleep when a man had wreaked such pleasure on her senses?
The second he left her chambers, Campbell dashed to the loch, where he knew the frigid waters would calm the rage simmering in his blood.
He was a damn fool, playing the game he had, but he hadn’t been expecting the lass to kiss him. He was powerless to resist, for he had imagined tasting her lips so many times since she had uttered her first word in his presence.
He knew he had been playing a dangerous game by going to her chambers so late at night, but he had believed his self-control would prevail over the temptation that was his future wife.
He had told her they would have naught but a marriage in words, but seeing her in her translucent shift, the light behind silhouetting her shapely form, he had been in trouble.
His cock had thickened to near bursting in his trews, and when she had kissed him, he had wanted to claim her right there and then, so she would know better than to stoke fires she couldn’t control.
He had not been prepared for the beautiful sight of her ire or the curve of her lips as she spoke.
He had meant it when he told her he liked it when she spoke her mind. He might not always appreciate it, but he was aroused by the sight.
He undressed quickly and dove under the frigid waters, groaning. He had visited the loch more often since her arrival than he had in months, and it was only self-control that had stopped him from pumping his shaft until he found relief from the lust in his blood.
He couldn’t deny that he was sorely tempted to have a marriage that would ensure his bed was warmed every night, but he couldn’t afford to grow complacent. She could end up falling in love with him and start demanding more than he could give.
He recalled her moans and sighed, diving under the water again. It might kill him to stay so long under the cold water, but his desire for her would kill him quicker.
He really needed a way to resist his soon-to-be wife before she had him soundly in her thrall.
But the fact remained, he had been right about her breasts.
They were, indeed, handfuls.
11
“Ye make such a bonny bride, Mabel!” Lady MacLennan cried, placing a hand over her heart.
Mabel stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked beautiful, indeed. But a spell of nerves had overcome her, so potent since she had awoken that it was hard to appreciate the beauty staring back at her.
The maids in Muir Castle had proven themselves most skilled, styling her usually unruly hair into a twisted bun that sharpened her usually soft, childlike features.
Her face had been powdered, and her lips stained with the crushed petals of a red rose, giving them a soft pink look. Her dress was a marvel, for something sewn so quickly. A soft green number with lovely embroidery in gold at the hem and neckline.
“I thank ye, Maither,” she said, rising from her seat.
“‘Tis a shame that Scarlett and Skylar cannae see ye today. They would’ve gushed with pride,” Lady MacLennan went on. “Green suits ye.”
“Where is Faither?” Mabel asked, her hands already shaking.
“He will be waiting in front of the chapel to walk ye down the aisle.”
