Page 63 of A Celtic Secret
“Definitely.” Amongst other things. She smiled when her blade shrank down to a dagger before she sheathed it. “That and like I’d rather not be wearing this dress when I fight.”
“I’d rather you not be wearing that dress at all.” He reeled her close, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, and kissed her with more vigor than she saw coming. “’Tis a thing, ye know?” he murmured against her lips. “How battle lust can ignite bodily lust. Intense desire.”
“I didn’t know that,” she managed, more turned on by the second.
“Ta.” He walked her backward until her back hit the wall of a stairwell entrance into the castle she hadn’t realized was there. It was private enough from prying eyes that he took advantage and kissed her again.
Harder this time.
More insistent.
So intensely that her arousal spread like wildfire. She could barely breathe, let alone think, as he grabbed her backside and yanked her against him. As she felt how hard he was. Ready for her. Damn eager based on the way he ground against her.
He didn’t bother removing their blades but repositioned them so they wouldn’t be a hindrance, yanked up her dress, freed himself, and hoisted her against the wall.
“Ye did well, wife,” he murmured in her ear, rubbing his cock against her sensitive flesh. “’Twas impressive. More arousing than ye can imagine.”
Riona had no chance to respond before he thrust hard and drove her up the wall. She cried out loudly enough to hope she wasn’t overheard. Honestly, she had trouble caring when he continued moving against her. When his thrusts were every bit as sharp and intense now as they had been when he drove his sword at her.
She clamped down hard on her lower lip and wrapped her legs around him when he only moved faster. Took her harder. Having him between her thighs, deep inside her right now, sweaty and taxed from battling, all-male, was the most exhilarating thing she had ever felt.
“Declán,” she moaned into the crook of his neck, flicking her tongue over his salty hot skin. “Husband.”
He seemed to like that because he moved faster still. Breathed more harshly. She did, too, grinding her hips against him, aching to soar over the edge when pleasure screamed up inside her. Up and up until it slammed into her so hard she cried out again at almost the same moment he locked up against her and let go with a hoarse, ragged groan.
“I have rethought things,” he finally managed, brushing his lips across hers once they caught their breath. “I think mayhap your fighting needs work. As much as we can fit in.”
Without a doubt, if it led to this every time.
“I think you might be right.” She smiled against his lips. “My skills definitely need work. Lots and lots of it.”
He was about to reply but froze.
With good reason when she realized they weren’t alone.
Chapter Twenty
