Page 57 of Sutherland's Secret
Brice chuckled and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Yer juices are all the way up to my wrist, wee’un. I can smell ye from here, and it has me so hard that I’m about to burst.”
She groaned. Never had she imagined that coupling could be like this.
He lightly bit her ear, causing her to moan. Her hips were pumping again. She’d thought there was no way she had another one in her, but she’d been wrong.
“Come undone for me,mo ghràdh.”
“Brice…”
“I’ll be right here with ye. Come for me.”
It came so fast that she didn’t have time to prepare for it. She sat up, screaming, using her entire body to clench down on his fingers. All the while Brice whispered in her ear erotic things, exciting things. Things she’d never heard.
She fell back and sighed. Surely she would not be able to move for a year. Brice would have to carry her back to the castle.
But they weren’t finished yet. He positioned himself above her and, with his eyes closed, slid inside her, filling her completely. Her inner muscles were still clenching from the orgasm, and they eagerly latched on to Brice.
“Ahhhh,” he said with a smile. “Exquisite.”
He moved, his large erection sliding in and out, massaging her. She was stretched to the limit, and it was a completely different but no less powerful sensation than his fingers. She found herself wrapping her arms around his waist and moving with him.
“I’ll no’ last long,” he said. “It was so beautiful watching ye come undone that I almost lost myself then and there. I have no strength left in me to hold back any longer.”
She touched his face and looked into his eyes. “Come undone for me,” she whispered, using his words against him.
That was all it took. He shouted, arched his back, and thrust inside her, burying himself so far up that it touched a place she’d never known existed, setting off yet another wave for her. This one was not as powerful, but it was deep, and she felt it throughout her body. She cried out as his warm seed shot up inside her.
For long moments they lay connected, their breathing rapid. Brice’s entire weight was on top of her, but she didn’t mind. She smoothed her hand up and down his back, feeling scars here and there from dagger and broadsword wounds.
She closed her eyes and let herself drift in a land of relaxation and love. The fire crackled, the wind blew, and large round raindrops hit the thatched roof, but they were safe and warm and dry inside, and that was all she needed for the moment.
Chapter 23
They lay in front of the fire on top of Brice’s kilt. After they were able to move—many, many minutes later—Brice had taken a bit of cloth, wet it, and lovingly cleaned Eleanor up. Then they ate the bannocks. Eleanor was so hungry that she didn’t care that the bannocks were cold and hard. She just enjoyed sitting next to Brice in front of the fire, naked.
Their stomachs were full and they were half asleep. Eleanor lay curled on her side, tucked into the crook of Brice’s arm, while his hand lazily skimmed her from waist to shoulder. She’d examined his wound, which seemed to be healing well; he swore it didn’t hurt.
She turned her head so she could look at him. He was staring into the fire, the flames catching the bits of red in his hair and beard and turning his skin a glowing gold.
They needed to talk. She didn’t want to bring up his deceased wife or the reason they were in this hut to begin with, but it needed to be said, and she was afraid the time would never be right again, especially when they returned to the castle and his myriad responsibilities claimed him.
“Brice.”
He looked down on her. A small smile played around his lips. She thought that she’d never seen him so content. She hadn’t realized how heavy his responsibilities lay on him and how often his lips were turned down.
“Aye,mo ghràdh?”
“I’m not Alisa.”
Immediately he tensed beneath her. She put her hand on his stomach. The muscles there were hard and unyielding.
“I do no’ want to talk about her now, Eleanor.”
“Just listen, please. I need to say this, because you need to know.”
He blew out a breath, and she took that as permission to keep talking.
“I didn’t run away from you because I was running to something. I ran away because I needed to escape from Blackwood and the danger he presents. Not only to me but to you and your clan. I’m a threat to you.”
