Page 18 of Dark Side of the Laird
He came around to the side of the tub, reached into the water and lifted me out. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he took me to the bed, setting my rear down on the edge. With a wicked wink he set the marble aside and grabbed a pillow.
“Lift up, love.”
I eyed the pillow with curiosity as I lifted my behind. Logan tucked the pillow beneath me and curled his lip in a sensuous way that had my sex clenching.
“The pleasure will be much more intense.”
I nodded, already my breath catching at the thought. Gripping his cock, he drove it deep inside me, hitting a spot he’d not before stroked, and I cried out with pleasure and with the unmistakable difference between stone and flesh.
I leaned one hand back on the bed to balance myself and grabbed his taut ass with the other. He was right. The pleasure was excruciating. I kept my legs up around his waist, and let my head fall backward as he thrust hard and deep, his fingers digging into my hips.
Then he stilled. Motionless and buried deep.
“I want to feel ye climax around me.” He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue sliding against my own. I kissed him hungrily, desperate to reach my peak. “Touch yourself again.”
I slipped my fingers back against my clit, throbbing and so damn wet. I wanted to give him what he wanted. Round and round I went, teasing myself and him. Let myself get just close enough that I was gasping before hesitating and putting off that final moment of pure ecstasy.
He kissed me some more, nibbling at my lips, his cock frozen deep inside me, and then I couldn’t hold it any more. I pushed myself to the edge and shattered, my insides spasming, gripping him, fluttering, squeezing his cock. Logan growled, his fingers on my hips tightened and I knew it must have been a test of his will not to start pounding into me.
Not until my orgasm subsided did he finally move once more, and I knew he was letting go of his control. He didn’t drive inside me with a slow, steady pace, instead he rode me like a man dying of thirst. Hard, fast. Holding myself up with my abs, I gripped both hands tight to his ass, feeling the muscles tightened beneath my fingertips.
The sounds of our moans and the slapping of flesh echoed off the stone walls. Sounds of pleasure, of pure, raw, carnality. Potent and intoxicating.
Logan thrust deep, quaking between my thighs with the force of his orgasm. He grunted, his forehead falling to mine.
“What would I have done?” he asked.
“About what?”
“All these months long, I’ve been wanting, searching for what we—” A loud rap at the door interrupted him.
Logan scowled fiercely. Scary enough that I was glad I hadn’t interrupted him. Whoever it was, was about to see the dark side of their laird.
“Who is it?” he said loudly through gritted teeth.
There was a pause, as if the person on the other side of the door was second guessing their plan of knocking.
Logan climbed off me and stalked toward the door, bellowing, “Who is it?”
I yanked up the covers, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. Logan wrapped his plaid around his middle, tucking in a loose edge so whoever was at the door would definitely notice he’d been disrobed moments before.
“’Tis Ewan,” I heard from the other side before Logan swung it open.
“What is it?” Logan’s voice was softer now, having most likely realized that Ewan would only interrupt him if it was important.
Ewan straightened himself to his full height, his hands tucked behind his back as he addressed his laird. “’Tis Lady Isabella, my laird.”
“What?” Logan asked, sounding tired.
I was tired of hearing her name, too.
“The lady was found skulking around outside the forbidden corridor.”
“Is she all right?” Logan asked, a frown marring his handsome features.
What could he possibly mean by that? And then I remembered the time I’d tried to find his office and I’d nearly been skewered by his sword as it thrust through a hidden slit in the wall.
Logan’s office was in the forbidden corridor, a place guarded by burly looking men who weren’t afraid to retaliate against unwanted guests. I’d never wandered down that hallway again unless invited, for fear of my life.
