Page 65 of A Highland Bride Taken
As if sensing her unease, he stepped closer to her, lifting her chin with a finger.
“Ye have become something of a temptress, wife,” he accused playfully. “But I find I am much pleased. Ye please me greatly.”
“I only seek to make yer days easier,” she answered.
“Yet me nights are uneasy because of ye,” he whispered, leaning so close that their lips were almost touching.
Heat bloomed in her core at his words, and she knew that if he pulled away now, she would die with need.
“I cannae understand this desire I feel for ye,” he whispered against her mouth. “Ye fill me with need like nay one else before ye.”
“Dinnae speak of other women when ye’re with me,” she warned.
She knew her tone was disrespectful, but he grinned as though he was excited by her words.
“Aye,wife,” he purred, nipping her bottom lip. “I willnae speak of other women at all. Ye are, after all, the most perfect woman.”
He did not give her a moment to think about his words and captured her lips, finally ending the torture she had been under.
They sighed into each other’s mouths, his hand going to her cheek and her hand into his hair.
Their kiss was feral and hungry, as they had been apart many a night due to the preparations for the cèilidh, but the little stolen glances she had caught had fuelled her with desire that she could scarcely hide from him.
“Ye dinnae hide yer passion,” he whispered hungrily between kisses. “I find it incenses me further.”
“Kiss me, husband,” she begged, and he obliged.
She felt everything in her tighten and swell, responding to his ministrations.
Her breasts were heavy with need, and her nipples were erect, straining against her dress and demanding his attention. She knew there was no time, but she wished he would forget they had a party and guests to return to and he would ravish her.
“Ye make me want to forget that we have guests downstairs,” he whispered against her neck. “I have wanted to do this since I saw ye in this damned dress.”
“Why didnae ye?” she asked breathily as he nipped her gently.
With the attention he lavished on her neck, it was near inevitable she would be left with a bruise that would inform everyone of what they had been doing. But she did not care.
He was wreaking havoc on her senses, and she was powerless to stop it.
“We have to stop now, or I will be tempted to carry ye to yer chambers,” he breathed against her lips, kissing her once and then twice before resting his forehead against hers.
She reached for his lips again, but he pulled away.
“Dinnae worry, wife,” he said thickly. “When the night is over, ye will have as much of me as ye want.”
She lowered her eyes and nodded, rising from the desk.
When he had lifted her onto the surface, she did not even know. She eyed the strewn papers they had left in their wake and smiled softly. They had ruined his usually tidy workspace in the throes of passion, but he did not seem bothered in the least.
She fixed her hair as best as she could and smoothed out the skirts of her dress as well as the bodice, which had shifted and was revealing far more cleavage than was proper.
Feeling his eyes on her, she shook her head and took his arm.
“Ye insisted on returning to the cèilidh, and we must, husband.” She gave a smile before leaning into his ear. “I am all yers at the end of the evening.”
He pulled her to his chest and planted a quick kiss on her lips. “Indeed, ye are.”
“I should thank ye for inviting me family,” she added. “I didnae realize how much I missed them.”
