Page 46 of Scot of Deception
“I came here tae speak with ye,” he said, finally dragging his gaze away from her to stare at the flames in the fireplace. “I came tae tell ye that I… I’ll take full responsibility fer everythin’. I dinnae ken how or what will happen, but I couldnae bear tae live with meself if I kent yer life were destroyed because I ruined ye.”
Kathleen listened to him with her lips slightly parted,drawing in sharp breaths. What was he trying to say? How would he take responsibility for any of this?
“I have fallen fer ye, Kathleen,” he continued, and Kathleen felt her heart stop dead in its tracks. She stared at him in disbelief, the sound of those words too good for her to fully trust her own ears. “I love ye, I dae. An’ I wouldnae be able tae bear it if I kent I was the reason fer yer troubles. I will dae anythin’ I can tae fix this. If I can convince yer faither, then I’ll marry ye, I swear it.”
Kathleen blinked up at him, her mind fixated on only one thing. “Ye love me?”
A surprised laugh escaped Blaine at her question. “Aye. I love ye.”
His words were simple, honest, and Kathleen had never felt such joy before. Her heart soared, her chest exploding with such happiness that she could hardly bear it.
“Will ye simply stand there?” she asked him.
Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, Blaine shook his head. “I shouldnae be here.”
“But ye are.”
“Then I shouldnae come any closer.”
The two of them stared at each other, Kathleen daring him to move and Blaine daring her to convince him. He wanted it; she could tell he did, just as she wanted it. But he had clearly convinced himself that what they had done was wrong and that he had to keep away from her, even when his attraction was so strong he could hardly fight it.
“I want ye tae come closer,” Kathleen insisted. Without taking her eyes off him, she let her finger trace a path down her neck, then down her chest and over her nipple, before it disappeared under the water and between her legs. “I wish it was ye touchin’ me. Please, Blaine, I want ye more than ye ken.”
Slowly, never taking his gaze off her, Blaine went to kneel next to the tub and pull Kathleen in for a kiss. Instantly, that soft touch was enough to ignite a fire in her belly, her body craving the pleasure it knew Blaine could give her. She let him nibble on her bottom lip, the slight sting of teeth drawing a gasp out of her, and when she reached over to run a hand through his hair, wetting the strands, Blaine laughed softly into the kiss.
“Ye’ll get me all wet,” he said, tilting his head to scatter kisses over her jaw and neck. Kathleen let her head fall back oncemore, sighing softly as those lips trailed a heated path down her skin, brushing over the swell of her breast.
And then Blaine’s lips wrapped around her pebbled nipple, sucking hard at the sensitive nub, and Kathleen couldn’t help but arch against him as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. In the dim light of the room, she was flushed with need, a blush creeping its way down to her chest and up to her temples, and her core pulsed in anticipation. Now that she had gotten a taste of what it meant to be his, she couldn’t resist the temptation.
Blaine’s gaze met hers as he kissed around the curve of her breasts. Pushing his sleeve up, he dipped his hand in the water, his fingers brushing gently over the inside of Kathleen’s thigh in a way that had her legs falling open in invitation and her lips parting around a gasp. She craved his touch, the pleasure it could give her, but Blaine refrained from touching her where she needed it the most, and instead teased her with tender touches on her thighs, her stomach, his fingers tracing her ribs.
“Please,” Kathleen said, her voice quiet in the silence of the room.
Blaine smirked up at her, his thumb moving up to circle her other nipple before tugging at it between two clever fingers.
“Please what?” he asked, instantly prompting a glare from Kathleen, which in turn made him laugh. “Tell me what ye want.”
“I want ye tae touch me,” she said.
“Where?”
“Ye ken where.”
Kathleen’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She had tried her best to seduce Blaine by inviting him in while she was still in the bath, and though it had worked, it had also served to remind her that she was no alluring siren who was used to tempting men. She couldn’t put her desire into words; she had never dared before, and now that Blaine was asking it of her, she found herself tongue-tied.
“Here?” Blaine asked, pinching her nipple harder. Kathleen moaned in response, but then shook her head, his ministrations only serving to want that touch she couldn’t request even more.
“Here?” he said, trailing his hand down her chest, her stomach. “Or perhaps here?”
Finally, he reached her mound, the pads of his fingers resting right above the seam of her folds. Kathleen nodded fervently and that seemed good enough of a response for Blaine, as he finally took pity on her and touched her, three fingers pressing firmly against her to circle her sensitive spot. Kathleen moaned, her core throbbing pleasurably at that first touch, her gaze glazing over as she met Blaine’s.
“Such a bonnie lass ye are,” Blaine said, his eyes roaming over her body to finally settle on the hand between her legs. He seemed enraptured as he watched himself plunge a slow finger inside her, his breath coming out in heavy pants.
Fire coursed through Kathleen’s veins. She was too eager, too impatient for this, and when she grabbed Blaine’s wrist, firming up his touch on her, he gave her a stunned look.
“Harder,” she demanded.
For a moment, Blaine only stared at her in surprise, but then he let out a low, broken moan, swiftly adding a second finger. The stretch drew a groan out of Kathleen, the brush of those digits deep against her walls driving her mad. His free hand wrapped around the back of her neck, urging Kathleen to look at him as he pleasured her, their gazes locking.
