Page 29 of My Scarred Laird
He sucked on her tongue, making her wrap herself against him fully, her legs coming up, trying to get around his waist, but her chemise got in the way.
She tried to yank it up, but it was tangled around her legs, and Callum pulled back from her lips, “Wait, lass. Wait. Calm. We doona have ta rush this.”
Islay put her head on his shoulder, “If ye ken how long I have watched ye, yearned ta be right here, in yer arms, ye would understand my frustration.”
He went still, and she lifted her head slowly, “I just said that.”
He nodded, and her cheeks went pink, “Oh lord. My father would be so disappointed in me if he heard me speak like that.”
“Why lass? ‘Tis only me. We are ta wed are we not?”
She bit her lip, which was now slightly swollen from his kisses, “Aye, we are, but a woman shouldna be so forward.”
He smiled, “Never in my life have I wanted a woman to be forward with me. Trust me lass, I love it.”
She leaned forward kissing him again, “I love yer lips,” she said, and he smiled against her mouth, “I’m glad. They arena tae ruined for ye?”
She shook her head, kissing his ruined cheek, then down his neck, causing goose pimples to break out across his skin, “I love yer scars. They show ye are a survivor. A warrior.”
He held her hips in a firm grip, and inched her chemise slowly up her legs until she was able to climb in his lip like she wanted to.
She gasped when she felt his erection under her, and he went still, “I apologize lass. I have a beautiful woman in my arms for the first time. Ye have ta ken this isna something that has happened before, and my body is responding in kind.”
She stopped kissing his neck, kissing his mouth again, “I like it. It makes me feel,” she seemed to search for the word, “Powerful.”
He kissed her back, crushing her against his chest, then standing with her in his arms.
She wrapped herself around him, “Where are we goin’?”
“I’m goin’ ta make ye mine.”
Her eyes went wide, her voice breathless as she said, “Ye are?”
He nodded, “I have had ye on my mind for these last days and ye have a hold on me that I canna shake. That I doonawantta shake. Ye are mine.”
She kissed him before he could take another step, “Ye are mine too then.”
“I would never be anyone else’s. My entire life I have waited for ye and ye alone. My body is yours. My life, my soul. It’s all for ye.”
She kissed him again, “Ye are everything ta me. Ye are a good man, and I fell in love with ye when I helped ye the first night.”
Callum pressed her up against the wall, “I fell in love with ye the second I saw ye. Ye never judged me, only accepted me for who I was.”
“Ye are just a man Callum.Myman.”
He growled against her lips, rocking his hips against hers, and she mewled softly into his mouth.
“I canna wait ta claim ye. Ta show the world ye are mine.”
He kissed down her jaw, then her neck, making her gasp when he sucked on her pulse point for a second.
Her nails dug into his hair, and he lifted her off the wall, staggering to his bed, and dropping her on the edge.
He could see her nipples through her thin chemise, and dropped to his knees by the bed, leaning forward and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.
She moaned, arching her back as he licked the tight point through her chemise.
When he pulled back, he could see that her nipple was indeed pink, like her lush lips.
