Page 37 of To Wed a Laird
However, Rose had no time to look around, since Cormac had cupped her face in his hands and was looking down at her earnestly.
“Rose, have you been with a man before?” he asked gently.
“No, never,” she replied, feeling a little foolish.
“Then I am honoured and privileged,” he said softly. “I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you, but I never dreamed you would feel the same.”
Rose could have said many things at that moment, but she merely reached up to undo the first button of his shirt, and they began to undress each other. It was slow at first, then became quite frantic as they uncovered more and more of each other until both were standing naked, gazing at the other’s body in wonder.
What Rose saw was magnificent; broad shoulders, a wide chest, a flat stomach that rippled with muscles and powerful biceps and thighs. Yet, it was what was between those thighs that fascinated her most.
Cormac saw her gaze and tilted her chin up to look at her, his expression one of concern. “Don’t be afraid, Rose,” he said softly. “Trust me. I will take care of you. How could I not, when you are so beautiful?”
His eyes roved over her, taking in the globes of her generous breasts, tipped with pink nipples that were now peaked with arousal. Her waist was tiny, flaring out to curving hips, and her legs were long shapely columns. She was perfect.
“I cannot wait a moment longer,” he said huskily, before he swept Rose off her feet and deposited her gently on the bed. He lay down beside her, then Rose knew what it felt like to be worshipped.
Once more, Cormac kissed her, then his mouth moved down over her neck, and Rose moaned at the sweet, tingling sensation of his lips against her tender skin.
Yet when he closed his lips over her sensitive nipple and began to suckle, she cried out, loving the heavenly sensation. While he was doing this, he tickled and teased her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger, and Rose arched her hips involuntarily, letting out a low moan of pleasure.
Cormac kissed his way down to her navel, pausing to tickle the sensitive little spot with his tongue, and Rose let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-gasp. His hands were everywhere, on her breasts, stomach, even cupping the cheeks of her backside. She plunged her fingers into his thick black hair, loving the feel of its silky texture.
Cormac smiled, then moved to her mouth again, kissing her and nibbling her bottom lip gently with his teeth. For a moment, he paused to look into her eyes and smile.
“Don’t stop, Cormac,” Rose whispered.
“I won’t,” he replied, then kissed his way back down her body again.
This time he did not stop at her navel, but moved down to the thatch of hair between her legs. He separated her folds with his thumbs and swept his tongue between them, forward and back, then once more before he looked up at her shocked expression.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “I would never hurt you, Rose. Trust me.”
“I do, but I never imagined anything like this,” she said, her eyes wide with wonder and a little fear.
“Did you like it?” he asked.
“Yes, very much,” she replied breathlessly. The pleasure had been incredible, but something told her there was much more to come.
Cormac gave her a mischievous smile before he dipped his head between her legs again.
This time he set to work on the sweetest, most sensitive spot on her body. It was a little nub of flesh she had never really noticed before, but now she realised that Cormac knew exactly what to do with it. He circled it with his tongue, then gently scraped it with his teeth, causing bolts of sheer pleasure to shoot through her body.
Rose cried out and arched her hips up involuntarily, then she felt another sensation as Cormac inserted his forefinger into her entrance, easing it in and out while he teased her bud with his thumb. He watched the incredulity on Rose’s face as he worked his magic, and listened to her cries of pleasure, which gave him almost as much satisfaction as he was giving her.
Rose was in heaven. The sensations Cormac was arousing were like nothing she had ever felt before, and she writhed on the bed, unable to stay still. As his thumb caressed her bud, she felt as though she was reaching for something—something wonderful, but before she could get to it, Cormac took his hands away.
Rose gave a little moan of disappointment, but Cormac was smiling. “We are nowhere near finished, Rose,” he whispered, kissing her again. “But before we go on, is this what you really want?”
“More than anything, Cormac,” she replied hoarsely, thinking that if he left her now, she would die of disappointment. “Please, make me yours.”
Cormac needed no second bidding. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward inch by inch until he met resistance, then he stopped for a moment and looked down at her.
“Rose?” he asked doubtfully.
“I’m fine. Please, please go on,” she begged.
Rose felt a twinge of pain, but it was only for a moment before she lifted her hips and felt Cormac surge inside her, then she experienced a sensation of delightful fullness that felt completely right and fulfilling. Now she was truly joined to the man she loved. In a moment, she was moving in time with Cormac in a rhythm that came to her instinctively.
