Page 28 of A Plaid Case of Loving Ye
But when Nicola reached for the ties of her gown, he shook his head.
“Nay—”
“Ramsay, I’maching, right here.” Her fingers dropped to the junction of her thighs, and she pressed the wool of her simple gown against her wetness. “Do ye want me to tell ye howI’velain in bed, stroking myself as I’ve thought of yer touch? Would ye deny me the chance to reach fulfillment as well?”
His eye had narrowed at her words. When she pressed harder, instinctually writhing again the pressure, he dropped his head back in surrender. “Jesu Christo,” he hissed.
Well, theywerein a holy place, weren’t they?
Her gown pooled around her feet, but she couldn’t wait. Clad only in her chemise, she lunged for him, clasping his cheeks between her palms and pulling herself down to his mouth.
His free hand wrapped around the back of her neck and their tongues met joyfully.
‘Twas second nature to sink into his lap, but when she tried to throw a leg across his thighs, she became tangled in the linen of her chemise. Frustrated, she released him—although their kiss continued, a hot mating of their tongues—and tugged at her gown.
When she was finally able to straddle him, her hot, wet center pressed against his hardness, she swallowed his groan of pleasure.
He still held her in place, his kiss hard and demanding. But when he pulled his other hand out from between them, she caught it and pressed it against her breast.
He needed no further convincing, thank St. Crystal.
‘Twas as if her actions had wiped any objections from his mind, and nowhebecame the aggressor. His tongue teased her, as he untied the neck of her chemise and tugged the linen wide open. When his callused fingertips dragged across the bare skin of her breast, Nicola jerked forward into his grasp.
And dear God in Heaven, when his palm cupped her? When his fingers rolled her distended nipple? When his lips left a hot trail of kisses down her jaw, and he lifted her breast to his mouth?
Well, she arched back with a moan of surrender, which dragged her slick cleft across his straining cock, and sent a bolt of pure desire through her.
Without hesitation, without breaking their contact, she lifted herself, reached between them to position his cock—
And sunk down atop it.
They both froze.
She, to adjust to the feel of his thickness deep within her, and he… Ramsay lifted his head, one hand holding her breast high and the other wrapped around her back, holding her in place. His expression was hard to read.
“Ye were a virgin,” he growled.
It wasn’t a question, but Nicola nodded, breathless. Her arms settled around his shoulders and she hooked her heels behind the legs of the chair.
When she shifted slightly atop him, she saw him swallow, as if he was having trouble maintain control.
“I was a virgin,” she agreed. “And now I’m no’.”
“But the way ye spoke, as if ye kenned…”
She wasn’t sure what he was objecting to, but all she knew was that her body had more than adjusted to his intrusion, and she neededmore. “I ken what I needed, and I needed ye, Ramsay. And I think ye needed me too.”
“Lass,” he growled hoarsely, his hold on her tightening, “Ye have nae idea how much.”
“Then cease yer objections, Ramsay, and allow me this pleasure.”
Suiting deeds to words, she rocked her hips forward. His eye closed on a groan of surrender. “Aye, lass. Use me. Take yer pleasure.”
She began to rock forward and back, each movement instinctual but uncertain. This wasn’tquitethe sensation she needed, but close to it. His fingers teased her nipples, and his mouth—dear God, his mouth was everywhere!
“Ramsay!” she gasped. “I dinnae ken—please!”
He didn’t answer, but instead lifted her, showing her without words how to move. This was better, and judging from the little growls he was making, he liked it as well.
