Page 52 of A Wife for the Highland Wolf
Lydia tasted of sunshine and honey, her lips soft and sweet against his own. Her mouth opened under his, welcoming him as he deepened the kiss.
He felt heat moving through his veins, his body responding to the warmth and weight of her in his arms. With an effort, he pulled back. “Lydia…”
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with joy and desire as she looked up at him. “Aye?”
He didn’t want to admit what he was thinking, but the truth was that he wanted her far too much to stop at one or two kisses. “I want ye. If ye kiss me again I cannae promise to stop.”
The smile she gave him was bright as sunlight and sent a pulse of desire straight to his groin. “Then daenae stop.”
She pulled herself flush against him, going up on tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “If we’re to be wed at the end of a month, then there’s nay reason we can’t be together in other ways before then. Besides, ye do remember me second condition for our marriage, aye?”
“Aye. Ye’d decide when we consummated it.”
“And do ye remember what ye said when I gave ye that condition?”
“That before a month was out, ye’d be asking me to take ye to me bed.”
The smile she gave him was pure teasing, full of desire and heat that made his heart pound. “Tis nae precisely yer bed, but I’m thinkin’ there’s more than one way to christen a library.”
He took her chin gently in one hand. “Are ye declarin’ yer intention to have me fulfill that second condition of yers?”
“And the promise ye made me.”
“Yer wish is me greatest desire.” He tilted up her head to kiss her again.
The room wasn’t heavily furnished, but there was a thick rug in front of the fire. Murdoch lifted Lydia into his arms and carried her to the rug, then bent down to lay her upon it.
He turned to lock the door and remove his boots, belt and sash. When he turned back, Lydia was still lying on the rug, but her bodice was unlaced in clear invitation, her skirt pulled partway up her legs in a teasing manner.
Murdoch smiled and went to kneel beside the woman he’d chosen to be his wife.
Lydia sensed her heart speed up as Murdoch knelt beside her. She was nervous, but at the same time she was certain of what she wanted. She wanted Murdoch, and she wanted him to love her as a husband loved a wife.
His hands caressed her face as he knelt beside her. “Ye’re so beautiful.” He bent close. “I love ye.”
“And I love ye.” Daringly, she slid her fingers into the laces of his shirt and undid them. Murdoch chuckled and removed his shirt, revealing the broad expanse of his brawny chest.
Lydia ran her hands over his newly revealed skin, reveling in its warmth, the solid feeling of his muscles. Her fingers found and traced the scars she’d seen before, and she smiled as Murdoch groaned quietly under his breath. Beneath his kilt she could see his arousal growing.
She wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside her. She reached out to the growing erection, only for Murdoch to grab her hand.
“Daenae do that or I’ll nae last long, and I want to take me time with ye.” His voice was a low, husky growl that made her shiver with delight and desire.
His hands slid over her body, gently caressing and exploring, before they reached the hem of her skirt and began to slowly guide the fabric upward to bare her body to his heated gaze. Lydia shivered as Murdoch’s warm hands brushed over skin, followed by the kiss of the cool evening air.
He slid the dress up her arms and let it fall away, leaving her naked before him. Lydia shivered as his mesmerized eyes drank her in.
Murdoch bent to kiss her again, a long, heated kiss that left her breathless, her mouth thoroughly ravaged by his. One hand came up to cup her chin as Murdoch shifted to press another kiss to the point of her jaw.
Another kiss to her pulse point, then her shoulder, as his hand slid down her chest to caress her breast. Lydia gasped as he teased her nipple into a hardened peak. His mouth traveleddown to suckle on her other breast and Lydia found herself unable to do anything other than arch into the pressure of his mouth and hands as sparks flew from her breasts to her core.
By the time he’d ceased teasing the sensitive flesh Lydia felt her stomach quivering. Every brush of his lips as he kissed his way down her center pulsed shivers across her skin.
His palm slid across the junction of her thighs, sliding through the damp curls that covered the soft mound of her sex. “Part yer legs for me.”
Lydia obeyed, her heart pounding. Every touch set her afire, making her want more.
Murdoch’s tongue teased her navel, making her squirm, as his hand stroked over her sex and caressed the outer lips of her most secret place.
