Page 120 of Laird of Flint
With feigned regret, he furrowed his brow. “I fear I must remove your garments for that.”
With feigned regret, she sighed. “If ye must.”
He slipped the leine down her shoulders and off of her arms, lowering the neckline until it hung low on her breasts. Then he nuzzled each nook of her arm to plant a kiss there, though it came dangerously close to tickling.
He paused to look askance at her. “Where else?”
Blushing, she brushed across her ribs with her fingers.
He dragged the leine down slowly. As he grazed her nipples, she felt them tighten with yearning. He bunched the linen at her waist and dipped his head to lavish kisses along her ribs. His soft hair brushed her breasts with tantalizing tenderness.
“Where else?” he asked.
She rolled onto her side and pointed to the back of her knees.
He raised the hem of her leine, revealing her calves.
“Here?” he murmured against her skin.
She moaned in answer.
He placed rows of kisses behind each knee, then rolled her onto her back again.
“Anywhere else?” he whispered.
She bit her lip.
Holding her gaze, he slipped his hand down between her legs to caress her through her skirts. “Here perhaps?”
She nodded.
He got a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m fairly certain I didn’t tickle you here.”
She squeezed her eyes as he pressed gently against her.
“I’m fairly certain ye did,” she breathed.
“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked, rubbing across her.
“Aye,” she said tightly.
“Very well then.”
He rooted under the hem of her leine and tossed the fabric back to expose her.
She felt his breath like a warm summer wind blowing across her sensitive flesh.
He opened the petals of her womanhood and lavished his generous apology upon the bud of her desire.
Lost in a haze of love and longing, she rolled her head across the pallet and bunched the bedlinens in her fists. When she could endure no more of his intense attentions, she arched up off the bed. Then her body erupted in spasms of joy.
Lying on the soft bed, satiated, she felt a lovely sort of apathy. They were safe here. Nobody would intrude. She was free to be herself, pure and brave and naked. That sense of shamelessness inspired her to remove all her clothing. She wanted him to see her as she was. Wanted to be an Eve to his Adam. Wanted to feel his flesh against hers.
At first he only watched her. When she was completely undressed, she spread her limbs before him like a heathen sacrifice. Like she was his for the taking.
He looked at her with such ardor and hunger, it made her feel faint. One glance below his belt told her he was nigh bursting with desire. Yet he held back, trying to stifle his animal instincts.
“I want to see ye,” she murmured.
