Page 50 of An English Rose for the Highlander
“Where are ye going, lass?”
Her brow raised, one reaching up higher than the other, and then Rose was gesturing into her room, stepping inside as Dominik refused to let go of her.
“I am going to bed. What areyoudoing, my laird?”
There was a hint of mischief in Rose’s voice, and Dominik smiled. It was just the air that he needed, wanted. Following her into the room, the Laird shut the door behind them, bolting it so that they would not be interrupted this time. He would certainly not take any chances when he was so determined to get the evening he wished for.
Still, just as his mouth opened, Dominik hesitated. What he was about to ask for was not duty. He had already made this mistake once, touching his sweet Rose before that blasted letter arrived. Was it wise to do this again? Did he even care? He could admit to himself that he’d been overwhelmed with emotion the previous time they had found themselves alone together. He was much more level-headed now, but the need for her was still strong in his blood.
Ye daenae care, Dominik. Ye havenae cared about duty all day.
“I would like me wish, lass.” His voice was intense, without any hint of reservation, when he spoke.
Rose chuckled, tossing her head back as she proceeded further into the room, draping her shawl over the back of the chair set before her mirror.
“Oh, do you? Well, then, I suppose I am obligated to deliver. You did win our match, even if the opponents werenotevenly matched.”
Dominik grinned, walking right up to his wife and wrapping his arms around her waist. Her eyes flared for a moment, surprised, and she looked up into his eyes as he feasted on just the sight of her.
“I would like a kiss.”
The furious blush in Rose’s cheeks brightened all the more. “You don’t need to ask me for that, Dominik. We’ve kissed several times now.”
“Och, I am well aware ofthat, lass.” He swept one of the long, loose hairs that fell in her face behind her ear, keeping his hand on her cheek. “But I daenae wish to kiss yer mouth.”
Confusion lit up Rose’s face, her brows pinching together. She shook her head slightly, not dislodging his touch but trying to wrap her mind around what he was saying. Frankly, it was adorable to see his lass so flustered.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand your meaning. What on earth are you referring to then? Do you wish to kiss my feet?”
She made her joke, and Dominik snorted before shaking his head back at her, yanking her closer to his body abruptly. As the shock played over her face, Dominik hoisted Rose up from the floor a few inches, striding to the bed behind her and laying her down across the soft surface. He reached for the plentiful hem of her skirts, beginning to drag them upward. His wife’s stare was pinned on him, and Dominik smirked as she blinked.
“I would like to kiss ye…” Smoothing his hand up her leg, winding higher until he found her thigh, Dominik gently brushed the seam of her center, remembering how beautiful she had looked for him when he touched her before. “…here.”
Rose shoved up onto her elbow, her eye as wide as saucers and twice as scandalized.
“Why on earth would you want to do that?” She couldn’t keep the squeak from her voice, and Dominik chuckled, still gliding his hand across her thigh and relishing in the warmth of her skin.
“It isnae as strange as ye may think, lass. Have ye nae thought of kissing more than simply me mouth?”
Taking a moment, her eyes fluttering in a stream of blinks, Rose sank back down to the bed, cocking her head in a less than confident nod.
“I may have considered it…” She shot her eyes to him. “But I was thinking about your chest or neck!”
Smirking as he towered over her, Dominik wandered his touch higher again, saying, “Ye enjoyed me touch earlier, enjoy it now. It will please ye. I amcertain. And I will take pleasure in it as well, claiming yer body for me own in this new and exciting way. Knowing yer most intimate taste.”
She did not respond to him immediately, but as Dominik touched her, teasing that seam, he could feel the slickness of her arousal, the indication of her desire, and his length swelled all the more as his own desire burned hotter.
“Lass, I need ye to speak to me,” he whispered, lowering his face to the side of her neck as he continued the slow brushes of her most intimate flesh.
“I…Oh God, Dominik.” She arched against his touch, that need for more than what he was giving her clearly gripping her tightly. “Yes. Yes. Just please don’t stop. I cannot be left with this cloying feeling again.”
Dominik chuckled, but it was dark and devious. “I willnae leave ye so unsatisfied, lass. Ye will beexhaustedwhen I am through with ye.”
With no further words, the Laird traveled his kisses down Rose’s throat, his fingers dancing over his wife’s core as he began to do more than simply tease, now exploring her. Rose’s breath grew short and quickened, her chest rising and falling so much that hecould see the outline of her breasts as they pressed against the fabric of her shift, her stays not shielding the tops of them from his view.
But he wanted that blasted garment gone.
“Take off the stays, lass. Let me see ye.”
