Page 121 of The Highlander's Auctioned Hellion
“Eels?” she demanded.
“Aye, did I forget to mention that? There are eels in most of the lochs in Scotland. I definitely felt one swimmin’ about me legs.”
Lydia jumped from the bath at Callum’s loud laughter.
“It’s all right, lass, there arenae any in the bath.”
“I can’t believe you let me swim in that loch with creatures all about me.”
“Stewed eel is quite delicious,” he said smugly, climbing out of the bath and giving himself a perfunctory dry before advancing on her.
“Now, I believe I was due a payment for a debt,” he said as she shrieked, and he lifted her over his shoulder.
“Callum, put me down, you beast, I am not getting the bed soaking wet, too. I have had enough of being in damp clothes all day.”
She scowled at him as he threw her down on the mattress anyway.
He lowered over her, his nose rubbing against her cheek as he stroked the back of his hand down her side.
“There are other beds in this castle, wife of mine, and I am goin’ to be repaid for me debt whether ye like it or nay.”
He captured her lips in a deep kiss, their bodies rubbing together sensually before he pulled away.
Lydia moaned as he lowered his head between her legs, his smile wicked and sinful as he pushed his tongue against her body.
She widened her legs, already desperate for him as his fingers ran up her inner thigh and his thumb gently rubbed against her.
“I have taken ye beneath the stars, and now I think I shall take ye in every room in this house,” he mused as he thrust into her body mercilessly, her fingers clutching at the bed covers.
She arched beneath him, still unable to believe that pleasure existed like this. There was no more talking as he had his way with her in every way he could, murmuring how much he loved her even as he ravaged her body ruthlessly and covered her mouth to muffle her screams.
Lydia hardly remembered him carrying her to her own bed as she lay languid and spent in his arms.
He blew out the candle, lay down beside her, and wrapped his arms around her, and she felt truly safe and content listening to the warm crackle of the fire.
EPILOGUE
ONE MONTH LATER…
“Callum,you will let me get up this instant.”
The Laird’s only response was to tighten his hold on her waist.
“Callum.”
“Mm.”
“I need to get up. Hannah is waiting for me in my bedchamber.”
“Nae important.”
Lydia sighed, glancing behind her at Callum, who was pretending to be fast asleep. She wriggled out from under his arm only to have his thigh descend on her waist, pinning her down.
“It isn’t fair that you use your size against me.”
“Stay in bed. Ye dinnae need to get up.”
“Yes, I do. Mother and Tommy will be here in a few hours. Do you want the castle not to be ready for them?”
