Page 82 of The Highlander's Temporary Bride
“Hm…” Emma gazed up at him. “I have an idea. I promise myself to you, Grant Miller, of Clan Ronson, Laird of Banrose Castle. You are my finder, even though I did not know I was seeking you. And you have become my heart. I’ll love you until I draw my last breath.”
A shaky breath escaped Grant’s lips, and he felt a deep joy that filled him with the kind of peace he’d only thought he could witness from afar. He wanted to kiss her, but he knew he had to speak first.
“I promise ye, Lady Emma Wells, that I will find ye—and be found. Ye are me seeker, too. I promise meself to ye, until me last breath, with this sacred vow. You are me sky, me stars, and me sun. Throughout this life and the next, I shall cherish ye with thought, deed, word, and vow.” He bent his head and pressed a kiss to her lips. “How I love ye.”
“I shall cherish you with thought, deed, word, and vow, Grant,” Emma echoed. “And I am honored to be your wife, to be Lady Ronson.”
“I am honored to be your husband,” he said.
At that, they kissed, their hands still bound, and warmth seemed to seep into the cloth. Impatient, Grant unwound it and carefully draped it over the back of a chair. Then, he lifted Emma into his arms and carried her to the bed.
“Now, to the main deed,” he whispered in her ear, and she shivered.
He gently laid her down, and when she tried to sit up and pull him down, he laughed. Pinning her down, holding her hands, he kissed her deeply and pressed his body against hers without crushing her.
Then, he pulled her higher on the bed and followed after her, not caring that he still had his boots on. He’d given them a good scrape at the door.
Emma did not seem to mind either. Indeed, as she gripped his shirt, he rather thought she would protest if he tried to stop.
Grant laughed against her lips, then began to kiss his way down her neck, his hands working at her stays. Emma was not helping as she tugged at his hair and let out sweet, perfect sighs,murmuring his name in a way that made him grit his teeth and struggle not to take her like a beast.
Finally, he loosened her stays enough to pull her dress down and bare her lovely breasts. Here, in a room filled with candlelight, his length throbbed as he gazed down at her. Dark hair spread across the pillows, ample breasts heaving, lips curled into a dreamy smile.
“Ye are perfect,” he murmured and watched her face as he toyed with a rosy nipple. She arched up, her face contorting with pleasure, and he smiled. “Do ye like how much I adore yer pretty tits, Emma?”
Emma flushed bright pink, her hands falling from his hair to either side of her. Lips parted, she seemed unable to answer, and he squeezed her nipple.
“Tell me.” He fought a smile as he gave her a stern look, and she flushed brighter. “I mean to ken every bit of yer pleasure.”
“I—oh,” she gasped as he began to play with her other nipple. “Oh, mmm.” She bit her lower lip and writhed. “I—yes!” she all but shouted. “Yes, I do.”
“I thought so.”
Grant lowered his head, letting his tongue tease the hard bud. Again, Emma let out a cry that went straight to his length. Howhe loved her. How he meant to spend every possible moment learning her and tasting her.
“I shall kiss every inch of yer body before the sun rises.”
“How?” Emma whimpered.
Grant laughed against her breast, causing her to jolt. “Ye shall see.”
He then dedicated himself to kissing and caressing her breasts, before dragging her dress further down and kissing the curve of her belly. She gasped and moaned with every touch, whittling away at his restraint. He kissed across her stomach, then flipped her over so he could kiss his way up her spine.
But Emma, growing impatient and losing her mind with pleasure, began to roll her generous rump against his throbbing length.
Grant pinned her then, a wild laugh escaping him, and he kissed under her ear. “Emma, lass, dinnae do such a thing, or I will take ye like a maraudin’ Scot with yer skirts hiked up, ruttin’ into ye like a beast.”
The last thing he had expected was for her to look over her shoulder at him and roll her bum against him. “Please.”
Grant froze, shaking all over, and then she did it again.
He lost his mind, snarling into her neck and tearing at her skirts, shoving them up to her waist to reveal pretty, ruffled white underclothes. He reached down and found the dirk in his boot, not wanting to waste time getting all these layers off. He carefully found a place where he could pinch the fabric and cut it, revealing pretty, milky skin.
Emma shivered and held his gaze as he slid his fingers into her.
“So, ye want me to take ye like this?” he asked, then leaned forward to kiss her neck as he kept stroking her. “The devil, who cannae wait, so lost in yer beauty and lovely curves.”
“Yes,yes,” Emma pleaded.
