Page 27 of Pretty in Plaid
“I’m glad they were able to keep it for ye.”
“As am I.”
Sorley clinked his glass against hers. “Here’s to many years of happiness and adventure.”
Kenna smiled wide, thrilled at the prospect of their future together. “I look forward to it.”
“Biscuit?” he asked.
“Nay.” Kenna shook her head. What she was hungry for was not a sweet, but his kiss.
She set down her wine and stepped forward, running her fingers up over his chest, feeling the muscles bunch beneath his shirt.
“Our bodies are so different,” she mused. His shoulders were broad, easily one-and-a-half times the breadth of her own. And strong. Oh, so strong. She was no weakling, and yet the size of him was incredible.
Sorley trailed the backs of his fingers up and down her arms as she explored his upper body. “Aye, lass. Verra different. Ye’re definitely more beautiful. And...these. They are perfect.” His hands covered her breasts through her gown, and her nipples responded immediately, beckoning for more of his touch.
Kenna let out a small gasp. And then his thumbs brushed over her nipples, and his mouth captured hers for a searing kiss. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, his hands stroked her breasts, and then one inched lower, cupping the very heat of her. She’d never been touched there before, and she cried out at the jolt of pleasure that went through her at the contact.
Sorley turned slowly with her in his embrace, walking backward and holding onto her until he reached the bed and sat. He tugged her mouth down with him, not breaking their kiss. His hands edged south along the length of her back, massaging her arse, and then lower to the backs of her knees. In one move, he had lifted her, her legs spreading to straddle him, the hardness of his groin pressing the apex of her thighs.
Oh, how she wished he would have removed her gown first, so she could feel that hardness against her delicious place.
But Sorley didn’t seem in any hurry to disrobe either himself or her, and instead, he continued to touch her through her clothes and kiss her senseless. It was she who started to tug at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin beneath her fingertips.
He complied, gazing at her with hooded gray eyes as he finished removing off his shirt, his golden skin gleaming in the candlelight.
Kenna bent to kiss his shoulder, savoring the salt of his flesh, and exploring the span of his collarbone with her tongue until she reached his neck. She liked the taste of him, the feel of his warm skin on her tongue. Prickles of stubble on his neck tickled her mouth as she kissed her way back to his lips.
“Ye’re a temptress,” Sorley groaned.
“Take off my dress, husband.”
“I thought ye’d never ask.”
“I thought ye’d never do it,” she teased right back. Kenna scooted from his lap and turned around.
Sorley stood behind her, much like he had when they were in the darkened vault of her uncle’s house. His breath was warm on her skin, and he kissed the back of her neck as he plucked at the ties holding her in. The fabric swished down her arms, and along with it, the corset she’d been tucked into. Then her chemise.
Her husband didn’t stop there though. He kissed his way along her spine, the cheek of each arse, and then her thighs and the backs of her knees as he untied her hose. She’d never been so thoroughly undressed. Never wanted to put her clothes back on only to have them be taken off with such pleasure again.
By the time she was completely nude, Kenna’s entire body trembled. Sorley turned her around, still on his knees and gazing up at her. Why did that position make her feel so incredibly powerful, desirable? The look in his eyes said he wanted to devour her.
And she wanted him to.
Sorley ran his hands over her legs, cupped her arse and hauled her forward, burying his face in the nest of curls between her legs. Kenna gasped, her knees nearly buckling at the torrent of sensation that came from his mouththere. He nuzzled her nether region, his tongue teasing the secret seam and nudging against a part of her that sparked a fire.
Then she was being lifted into the air again, and he laid her on the bed, the softness of the coverlet on her bare skin. Sorley stood in front of her, spread her thighs, and regarded her womanly parts with a feral hunger she felt deep in her bones. He stripped out of his plaid, kicked off his boots, tore off his hose until he too was naked before her. His body was lean, strong, and deliciously tempting. Muscles rippling everywhere, a thin dusting of hair on his chest that arrowed to the root of his large male arousal.
Goodness... It was very large indeed. Her eyes widened as she took him in, wondering just how they would fit together. Speculating if her body would be able to accommodate him.
“It will work,” he said as if reading her mind. “And it will be amazing.”
She nodded, believing him instantly, trusting in him.
The warm roughness of his palms spanned her thighs, and then he was kneeling again, his face one more buried against her folds. Liquid heat melted her insides as his tongue prodded and tempted the sensitive parts, playing coy with the nub of pleasure that sent lightning bolts ricocheting through her limbs.
Kenna’s fingers curled around the coverlet, her legs falling open farther to allow him as much access as he wanted. This was pure pleasure, wicked and delicious. And she wasn’t about to stop him in his ministrations, not when her body was searching, reaching for something. Her heart pounded, and she bit her lip between cries and gasps of rapture. Just when she thought she couldn’t take the exquisite torture a moment longer, an explosion took her. Soaring her to the heights of euphoria and back again. Her entire body shook with the force of it, and she let go of the coverlet to run her fingers through his hair.
