Page 84 of The Highlander's Temporary Bride
Grant’s eyes were filled with dancing golden light—the green was so bright against his ruddy cheeks and dark hair. “Nay, lass. That is rare. But I hope it will be like that for us.”
A deep, pleasurable shiver ran through her. “I don’t know if I want that or…”
“Ah,” Grant said with a laugh. “I ken what ye mean. We might never get anythin’ done again and never catch our breath. But it can be just as good in other ways.” He kissed her forehead. “There are so, so many things ye will learn—and me as well, it seems.”
With that, he got up, stretching.
Emma laughed as she watched him walk away and turn back. “You were wearing your boots?”
Her husband-to-be flushed and shrugged. “Aye, didnae have time to take them off.”
Emma, realizing that her gown was half-torn, her underclothes shredded, and her entire person in disarray while there was a half-naked Scot in boots in her bedroom, burst into helpless laughter. Grant chuckled as well, but then he wrapped his hand around her ankle and pulled her toward him.
“I want to see all of ye,” he said. “Let’s get this frippery off.”
Emma leaned up on her elbows and shook back her hair, then extended one leg. “Go on, then. You already destroyed my undergarments, you brute.”
Grant pulled off her stocking and kissed the inside of her ankle. “I shall get ye more. Or perhaps we willnae need them.”
She pretended to kick him with her other foot, and he caught it and pulled off the other stocking. He slid a callused hand up her calf, making her shiver, then pressed his lips to the inside of her knee.
“Let me stand up,” she said, and he pulled her up, raising an eyebrow as he did so. “I mean to get this frippery off, Sir. And you are trying to distract me.”
He smiled at her mock-haughty tone and bowed. “I’m afraid I was taken with yer pretty legs, Me Lady.”
Emma laughed and spun around, cupping her breasts. “Will you undo my stays and ties?” His capable hands immediately went to her waist. “Thank you.”
When he finished, she took off her skirts and then pulled her chemise over her head, even as Grant tried to tug it off.
“You, too,” she said as she glanced back at him, then turned around. “No boots this time.”
“Ye liked it,” he teased, even as he took off his boots, then his layers, and finally his kilt. “As ye like all of this.”
Emma could hardly breathe as she took in the naked, strong warrior standing in front of her. She could hardly believe that his manhood had fit inside of her.
He brushed back his hair and smiled at her, his green eyes glinting. “Shall I tear that chemise off ye, Lady Emma?”
Emma swallowed, then slowly shed her chemise until she, too, stood naked in front of him, her hair tickling her skin. Grant’s eyes roamed over her from head to toe, and she felt herself flush under his scrutiny. When his eyes flicked back up, she felt her center throb, then blinked when she noticed that his member had stiffened.
“Oh,” she murmured.
“Ready for ye again, lass,” he said with a smile. He reached out and caressed her cheek. “I also… I am nae sure if ye have heard of this, but like I pleasured ye in the woods with me tongue?—”
Emma half-yelped, half-laughed, and she swatted him away. “Grant!”
“We are to be married, and we are standin’ naked together in the room where I took yer maidenhead—‘tis nae the time to be shy, lass. But wives—women, they may pleasure their men in asimilar way.” He took her chin. “I confess, I have thought of yer saucy mouth in such a way.”
Emma did not understand until he dragged his thumb along her lower lip and gave her a meaningful look.
“Oh,” she breathed, shivering all over. She gazed down at his manhood. “I…”
Her mouth ran dry, and a bolt of excitement shot through her.
“Ye dinnae have to,” Grant murmured.
“You like it, though,” Emma pointed out, giving him a sultry look.
“Aye,” Grant said.
