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He groaned as his lips and fingers traced her slick folds. “Ye’re so hot and wet and ready fer me.”
Attempting to speak her words came out as muffled groans. “Please,” was all she could manage, as she’d begged him once before. Then she’d had no idea of what it was her body craved so desperately. But now, she understood.
Aileen had told her that when a lass was ready to take a lad’s manhood, nature had a way of making her wet and slick so that he could ease himself inside her without causing pain.
He shifted, resting himself on his elbows and positioned himself so that his hard shaft was poised between her legs.
“Are ye ready fer this, me love? Dae ye ken what happens now?”
“Aye, I asked Aileen tae better understand and be ready. I have never been so sure of anything in me life,” she said, gazing into his eyes.
She raised her knees in invitation and lifted her hips. With agonizing slowness, he parted her folds and slid the tip of himself into her. Unable to resist her desire, she pushed up, taking more of him inside her.
He ground his teeth. “I cannae hold back much longer, me love.”
Her head thrashed against the pillow as she released a pent-up breath. “Dinnae hold back.”
There was no need to urge him further. In that instant he slid all that long, hard, length of him inside her. There was a moment’s discomfort before he withdrew and thrust again. This time, there was no pain as he filled her, again and again, until she found herself blindly gripping his shoulders, crying his name, convulsing around him, as cresting waves of sublime pleasure rolled over her, taking them both to rapture.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Everard kissed her awake. She rolled over in a languid movement that set his blood racing. How could it be? After a night of lovemaking that scorched his heart, he wanted her more than ever.
She opened those green-gold eyes of hers and gazed at him, her lush lips molding into a smile. Her hair was mussed across the pillow, her cheeks flushed and pink and her lips just a tiny bit swollen. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her.
“Come, lass, the maids have brought us some tidbits tae break our fast. If ye’re like me, ye’re famished.” He gave her a sly grin. “I wonder why me appetite so sharp.”
She laughed and sat up, placing her dainty feet on the floor and sliding them into her velvet slippers. He handed her the robe and she shrugged it on. She yawned and smoothed her hair.
“Dinnae fash about yer hair, lass, ye look fair beautiful just as ye are.”
The meal was waiting on the small table between the large chairs in front of the fire. Along with a jug of ale, there were platters of cheese and bannocks, strawberry jam, bowls of porridge with honey and cream, and coddled eggs flavored with onion and chopped herbs.
They had barely finished the meal and were sipping the last of their ale when there was a knock at the door.
“Come,” he called, expecting it was the maids to carry away their dishes. He was contemplating returning to his bed, mayhap to get some sleep at last, when Mildred entered.
“Forgive me fer calling on ye both so early,” she said, although the light streaming in from the high window suggested the morning was well underway. “There’s a gentleman here tae speak wi’ the laird.”
“And what would the name of this gentleman be?” He frowned. This news put an end to his pleasant thoughts of bed.
“Forgive me, but the man refused tae give his name. He’s nae a rogue nor a ruffian though, his clothes are grand and he holds himself with the air of a nobleman.”
Everard sighed and rose to his feet. “Thank ye, Mildred. Please ask this person tae await me in the solar. And,” he added with some reluctance, “offer him a dram of whisky.”
After Mildred had left them, he bent to kiss Davina once more and went to collect his plaid, that was still lying in a crumpled heap on the floor beside the bed.
By the time he’d washed and dried off, donned a fresh, clean shirt, and pleated and belted his plaid, Davina had splashed herself clean and was clad again in the forest-green broadcloth she’d worn the day before.
She turned up her face for a kiss before he headed out.
With any luck he would make the meeting with this stranger short and to the point and then bid the well-dressed stranger goodbye while there was yet time to return to lie with the lovely Davina once again.
Smiling as he took the stairs leading out to the solar, his thoughts were all on Davina. Mayhap his decision to handfast had been rash, given the disapproval of the Clan Council, but it gladdened his heart to know that she now was sheltered by the MacNeil name. Whether the Council approved or not, their handfast was recognized by law. All members of the Council were bound to defend her honor and her life.
He entered the solar to find the gentleman standing with his back to the door, looking out the window, where he seemed to be studying a tree in the courtyard.
Turning to Everard, he held his hand out and Everard had no option but to step forward and shake the proffered hand.
