Page 43 of Captured By the Highland Devil
He shucked his shirt and pulled another one on, then returned to bed. He lay on his back and pulled her close. Resting her head on his shoulder, she said, “Elijah is stayin’ with us?”
“Aye,” Ruben said, spearing his fingers through her hair. “I need to speak to yer cousin. I daenae take kindly to deception either. Ye and I need to speak with him about his actions.”
“It sounds like ye’re going to punish him,” she said.
He lifted a brow. “I am. He is here under false pretenses that I daenae appreciate. I understand he came here to save his life, and that any communication to ye would have put him in peril. If he had come to me, I would have understood and kept his confidence as well.”
“Please daenae punish him too severely,” she said.
“We’ll see in the mornin’,” he said.
Waking in the soft rays of dawn, Paige felt Ruben’s arm around her middle again.
With her back molded against Ruben’s front, she could feel every inch of his virile form: it was like being trapped against a stone wall. When his warm breath skittered over her ear, she shivered at his touch and the heat of his surrounding strength.
His scent entered her nose, clean, masculine and woodsy. Simultaneously, she registered a steely length wedged against her bottom. Despite the layers between them, she shivered, a strange hot pulsing at her core.
“Stop squirmin’,” Ruben muttered in her ear, his arm tightening.
“Ruben…” her face felt hot. “Ye’re…encumbered.”
“Aye,” he murmured. “It happens most mornings, lass and with ye in me bed, it is bound to happen a lot more. Now, stop yer squirmin’ or I’ll give ye something to really squirm about.”
She bit her lip, “Ruben, should…should we consummate the marriage?”
He was quiet for a long moment, and for a moment Paige wondered if she had lost him, but he suddenly her to face him. “Are ye ready for that, lass?”
“I wouldnae have asked if I wasnae sure,” Paige spoke with a bravado she truly did not feel.
Braced on both elbows on either side of her head, Ruben realized she was stretching the truth, “I willnae consummate the marriage now, there are dozens of things we can do before we do that. Are ye willin’ to try?”
Her throat was dry, so she nodded.
When Ruben slanted his mouth over her, their kiss began gently but soon turned into a heated parry of tongues. The kiss took on a life of its own and became heated and demanding. Heated lust spiked so fiercely that he was quickly hard against her.
Daring, Paige flicked her tongue against his lips and then traced them with the tip of hers. Ruben thrust his tongue into her mouth as he thrust his hips into her parted legs, pressing her inner thigh.
Heated with desire, Paige began to suck on his tongue which earned her a groan and two strong hands sliding under her and gripping her bottom.
His hands slid up her body and cupped her breast. She startled a little but moaned as his thumb flickered over her nipple, the sensation overwhelming even through her clothes.
Her back arched into his touch, her lips pulling away from his mouth as he began to kiss down the column of her neck. His lips coasted from just behind her ear to where it met her shoulder.
She tipped her head to give him better access, and a shiver ran through her. He nibbled then licked his way back up to her earlobe and sucked on the lobe.
Paige tilted her head further and caught his lips again, as he pressed his hand to the middle of her back and brought her body flush with his.
He coaxed her to mate her tongue with his, and the sinuous, slick dance caused the tips of her breasts to tingle, a strange, molten feeling awakening at her core. A sudden gush of wetness between her thighs made her squirm— and she felt him, very hard and very large poking into her inner thigh.
“R-Ruben,” she gasped while he breathed softly against her ear, he traced her collarbone.
He let his palm course over the swell of one breast, circling her tender nipple with his thumb and forefinger. It stiffened at once in response, fueling her lust. The hot, wet suction on a taut peak made her spine arch off the bed; she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
He leaned in, sucked at one peak through the cloth of her nightdress, forcing her eyes open. He licked his tongue along the nipple as his hand slid up her dress.
“I’m going to touch ye, lass,” he warned her. He placed his flat hand on her soft thighs, a growl of approval rising in his throat when she did not shy away.
A flicker of his fingers over her seam had him groaning; she was drenched, dripping with desire. When his fingers stroked through those velvety folds, a growl rumbled from his chest. “Ye’re so wet for me, lass.”
