Page 84 of Bride of the Mad Laird
“Och, me dear Lord, that part of ye has grown tae a giant size, me husband.”
He chuckled, holding her at arm’s length. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. “Aye lass, daes it discourage ye?”
She gave a soft laugh in return and wiggled her hips against him. “I dinnae ken. I’d like tae see it wi’ me own eyes. Such a thing can hardly fit inside me as Eilidh described.”
“Yet, ye are made fer it.” Without further words, he swung her into his arms and walked to the beside where he lowered her gently into the center.
She lay back, dressed in all her wedding finery, and he simply stood by the bed, gazing at her, wanting to emblazon the sight on his memory to last him for the rest of his days.Hisprecious bride, perfect and untouched, waiting forhistouch, eyes wide, chest rising and falling onhisbed.
He ached for her, his fingers itching to stroke her satin skin, his shaft granite-hard.
She reached up to touch his hand. “Are ye to spend the night standing there gazing at me, as if I am another tasty morsel ye’d like to eat?”
He laughed, divesting himself of his jacket and undoing the gold brooch that held his kilt shawl on his shoulder. He hauled off his shirt and stood before her bare chested.
“Hmm,” she muttered, “ye’re a fine-looking man.”
He leaned down and pressed a firm kiss on her forehead. “Compared tae what? I thought ye’d ne’er beheld a naked man?”
She pshawed. “Never naked, but ‘twas nay difficult tae see the priests wi’ their flabby arms and their pot-bellies were nay as fine as ye even in their cassocks.”
He growled a laugh. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. It was past time to see her naked on his bed.After pulling off his boots, he sat on the bed and leaned over her, his hand toying at the neckline of her gown.
She sucked in a breath as his fingers trailed across her shoulder. “As I recall, ye told me ye would dae all manner of things tae me on this night. Ye said something about undoing the buttons on me dress...”
He reached for the braid.
“I’ll start wi’ yer bonny hair, and then I’ll decide where next I should pay attention.”
To his amusement and great delight, she huffed impatiently. He began to think she was as impatient for his touch as he was.
He untied the ribbon and slowly teased his fingers through the braid, until it was all undone. Then he spread it across his pillow in a great golden, fragrant, cloud.
Her eyes were dark emeralds as she watched him, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath she took.
“Now. Remind me what it was I said I’d dae tae ye?”
She hauled in a breath, blowing it out softly. “Ye... ye... said...” Her voice cracked as he undid the first of the buttons on her gown.”
“Was it something like this?” He paused, his fingers hovering over her newly exposed skin. He could hardly bear the waiting.
“Aye, aye, it was that ye’d undae all the buttons.”
“Ah, yes, I remember.” He grinned, his nimble fingers making short work of the buttons. “And then...?” He peeled the fabric away from her shoulders and arms, so that her breast were all but naked to him. He dipped his head and kissed the smooth, silk of her, angling down from her throat.
She brought one hand up and clutched at his arm, as if by holding onto him she could bring him closer. He nuzzled her breast and cupped it with his hand, laying bare the hard little nub and stroking it between thumb and forefinger, taking the other nub between his lips, to lave it with his tongue.
Her response was a groan of pleasure as she arched herself, her head back on the pillow, her eyes closed.
With his mouth still busy with her breast, he raised the hem of her gown so that her legs were laid bare. He inched the skirt higher. She sucked in a harsh breath, as his fingers strayed above her knee to the soft velvet of her thighs.
Her legs were long and shapely, but as his hand moved higher, she pressed them tightly together.
His hand stroked gently up and down, each movement taking him higher.
“Oh,” she exclaimed.
“Is that touch nae tae yer liking?” He held his voice steady, even though it was breaking him to move with such restraint. All he wanted was to plunge into her and take her every scrap of her being, body and soul.
