Page 57 of Kilty By Association
Mayhap his lips—his tongue—had missed her as much as she’d missed them.
It took a moment to realize the rumbling she was feeling was him chuckling. His lips moved to her jawline, and he kissed her there.
“So desperate for me, love?”
Since he was already exploring, she used her hold on him to push his lips lower, to her throat. This meant she had to arch her back, but did so gladly, to give him better access.
“Mmmm… Dinnae lie and tell me ye havenae missed me.”
“I’ve missed ye horribly.” His tone was suddenly somber, and she straightened enough to meet his eyes. “Elspeth, I told myself all the reasons ye and I couldnae have a future together, and then I went and fell in love with ye anyhow.”
She moved her hands to his cheeks, cupping them in her palms. “I did the exact same thing. I was certain, when we arrived at Dungotit, that ye’d realized I was only a mission to ye, a mere distraction on the journey.”
His snort was accompanied by that wry grin creeping back. “Aye, well…yewerea mission to me.” He leaned down and kissed her nose, then the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Ye still are a mission to me. Ye’ll be a mission to me for the rest of our lives,wife.”
“A-a mission?” she managed, breathless again, distracted by his lips.
“A mission to satisfy ye.” His kisses moved to the base of her neck, until he was almost bent double and she was arched, offering herself to him. “A mission to bring ye pleasure and joy.”
“Oooh,” she murmured, as he began to unlace her gown. “I think…”
His lips found the skin at the top of her breasts and all thought left her.
“Aye, wife? Ye think what?”
“Uh...”
He chuckled again, tugging her gown free. When he straightened, she was surprised to discover she was wearing only her chemise. Craig’s fingers went to her hair where he began to pluck the pins from it, one by one, until her braid fell down her back.
“What are ye…” she began, but was distracted to see him reach for her braid.
“Since yer lady’s maid decided she was some sort of secret agent, I’m forced to undress my wife all by myself.”
By this point, he’d unplaited her hair and was resting it around her shoulders which were covered only in the thin linen. Elspeth felt herself smirking.
“’Tis a burden, I ken.”
“A heavy one,” he agreed drily. “I’m the only one allowed to see her thusly.”
“Thusly?” Elspeth gestured down her body. “’Tis no’ much to see.”
“Och, ye’re right,” he said with a frown, stepping back to study her body.
But before she could decide whether to pretend outrage or not, he’d reached for the hem of her chemise and pulled it over her head. Sputtering, Elspeth emerged from the material to feel him lift her by the waist.
As always, she marveled at his strength.
And then her bare arse hit the writing desk in her chambers, the one against the wall near the window.
“Craig?” she asked, uncertain what he had planned, but he hushed her with a kiss.
A kiss…and more.
This was the first time their love-making had the luxury of time. With her sitting atop the desk like this, Elspeth felt on display, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. Rather, she loved the way Craig made her feel…
Desirable.
Worthy.
