Chapter 6
Faye had kissed several men before. Most were chaste kisses, a brief touching of lips, or upon a scruffy cheek for a better price on eggs or other goods that helped keep her family alive and fed.
Once it had been with a man she’d found attractive, a baker’s son who had a honeyed tongue and elicited genuine blushes. It was with him that she’d discovered she enjoyed kissing. Mayhap too much. The rush of desire had frightened her, and she’d never returned.
It was one thing to play a coquette, and quite another to be one.
Now though…
She slanted her mouth over Ewan’s, their tongues mating with eagerness as a sensual fire coursed through her veins like winding silk. She let it consume her and luxuriated in its allure.
This time, she would not have to force herself to stop. This time, that thundering insistence between her thighs could be slaked by more than her hand.
He grabbed her to him with a growl of desire that made her toes curl. This. She wanted this rather than the previous conversation. He was handsome and considerate. Knowing how good he was might pull down the defenses she was not ready to release.
Nay, this was far better. No emotional feeling, only physical lust.
She deepened her kiss with a determination to push the man he was from her thoughts and focus only on how her body responded. In her eagerness, she tilted forward and hovered for a precarious moment before tipping into a fall.
He caught her, his hands at her hips. He guided her downward into his lap. She parted her legs over his chair to avoid kneeing him in the stomach, and the short nightrail rode up over her knees.
The hardness of his arousal pressed into the sensitive place between her thighs, spread open by the way she sat on him. It was brazen and wanton and glorious.
She caught his face between her palms and kissed him hungrily, not bothering to hide the force of her passion, of her need. His hands were still on her hips and now he pulled her forward, so their pelvises bumped against one another. The hardness of him ground against the softness of her.
She gasped in pleasure and moved of her own volition, squirming in his lap to get closer to him, her hands braced on his torso to steady herself.
He groaned, and the vibration hummed against her palm.
He explored her body, gliding over her robe at first, then under it as he cupped her breast with only the thin linen separating them.
His thumb swept over her nipple, sending a ripple of pleasure over her sensitive skin. He kissed her neck, his breath warm and spicy.
“Do ye like that?” his voice rumbled in her ear.
She swallowed and nodded.
“I want to learn everything about ye.” He caught her earlobe between his teeth in a gentle nip. “What ye like.” He trailed his mouth over her collarbone as his finger curled around the ribbon at her neckline. “What ye want.”
He pulled the ribbon, and the nightrail fell open. “What pleases ye.” He brushed aside the thin cloth and cradled one naked breast in his palm.
“That.” Faye pressed her chest forward, toward his touch.
He lowered his head and drew her nipple into the heat of his mouth.
She closed her eyes against the intensity of such pleasure. “That,” she said again, her voice husky with lust.
His hips lifted as he suckled her breast, so his arousal ground against her. Her eyes flew open with delight.
“Ye please me,” she whispered. “Like this, touching me, kissing me.”
His large hand hovered over her knee, and his blunt fingers swept over her skin as gentle as a breeze. “I want to touch all of ye.”
His fingers slowly crept up her inner thigh, higher and higher. Her breath caught as her muscles trembled with the effort of straining toward him.
Her hem rose up her thighs as he ascended her legs, revealing more and more of her to him until he reached the apex. His gaze lowered to the thatch of blonde hair covering her most intimate place.
Mayhap another would feel ashamed to be so on display, but Faye had never been like other women. She knew the power women held over men came from their bodies, and there was no part of a woman with greater allure than what no one ever saw.
And though she hated to admit it to even herself, she was helpless to its power as well, to the thrum of lust so great, it nearly consumed her. Gaze fixed on his task, Ewan swept his thumb over her center, a light graze that made her hips instinctively flex forward.
His attention flicked back to her face, where he watched her with an appreciative concentration in his heavy-lidded eyes. His fingers moved again, tracing the slit of her sex.
Faye gasped and widened her legs, eager for more.
“Ye’re verra wet,” he groaned. “Ready for me.”
“Aye.” Faye grabbed his shoulders to hold herself upright.
He paused at the top of her sex and circled his thumb over an area that made stars dance behind her closed lids. She cried out and arched into him, needing more.
“Ye like that as well, aye?” His voice was gruff, his breathing ragged, the arousal between his legs so wonderfully hard.
He probed a finger inside of her as his thumb played over the swollen bud of her core. “And this?”
A whimper of helpless desire slipped from her lips. “Aye,” she panted.
“I want ye so damn bad, Faye.” He moved his hand against her, and inside of her, until everything in her began to tense.
She opened her eyes slowly as she lowered her head to gaze at him with the full force of her sensuality. “Then have me.”
He slid his touch from her, leaving her hot and aching to be sated.
She flexed her body against his. “Tell me what to do.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile. “I thought ye said ye werena biddable.”
She lifted a brow. “I’ll decide if I want to obey or not.”
“Feisty lass.” He grinned. “Stand up and take off yer robe.”
She eased off his lap. The sash hung in a loose knot, nearly undone. She pulled it free and pushed the heavy weight of the robe from her shoulders.
It slid off, leaving her in the ill-fitting nightrail.
“I’ll assume ye want this off as well?” She fingered the linen, lifting it slightly for him to see the tops of her knees.
A muscle clenched in his jaw. “Aye.”
“As ye bid me,” she said playfully. She kept her movements measured as she drew it off her, revealing herself one tantalizing inch at a time before letting the garment flutter to the ground. Naked and unabashed, she stood in place, allowing him to look upon her.
His gaze carefully, slowly trailed over her. The place between her legs was still damp from where he’d touched her and thundered with a pulse of lust that made her ache with yearning. His gaze settled on her breasts, and her nipples went hard, eager for the heat of his mouth on them again.
“I believe ’tis yer turn.” She propped a hand on her hip.
“Did ye say something?” His brows lifted as he returned his focus to her eyes. “I thought I was the one giving instructions.”
She stepped closer to him and pulled his hand to bring him upright. “Mayhap, I have my own demands too.”
“Are ye a demanding lass?” he asked in a low, sensual voice. As he rose, he trailed his fingers up her inner thigh and over the slit of her sex.
Her eyes closed briefly, reveling in the wave of bliss that threatened to buckle her knees. “Please me well, and I may become even more demanding,” she whispered.
“Do ye promise?” He lifted the leine from over his head, revealing his sculpted torso once more. Now it was her turn to gaze openly at him, over the shadowy valleys and chiseled bands of his powerful body.
He closed the distance between them and pulled her against him as he lowered his mouth to hers. His skin was smooth and warm, the hair sprinkled over his chest rasping just enough to tease at her heightened sensitivity.
Her fingers wandered over his back, his chest, his stomach, sampling his raw strength, reveling in it.
His breath sucked in when her fingertips grazed the area beneath his navel.
She broke off the kiss and looked to his lower stomach.
A line of dark hair trailed from his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his trews.
How deliciously tempting.
She traced that line with her fingernail, the pressure intentionally delicate so he would sense it rather than feel it. The massive column of his arousal straining against the leather twitched, and she almost moaned in anticipation.
“I think ye forgot something.” She hooked a finger into his waistband.
“Are ye ordering me to remove these?” he asked.
She caught one of the ties of his trews and pulled. “Aye.”
He tilted his head in acquiescence. “If my lady commands…” He pulled free the second tie, and his straining arousal burst free.
Faye gasped at the male member, having never seen one before.
Thick and swollen with lust, it stuck out from his body like a pole.
As much as she didn’t want this marriage, she had to admit her husband was not only handsome but finely made.
All of him. She stretched her hand toward his sex and curled her fingers around the hot, silky shaft.
He would never have her heart, she knew, but she would gladly be his in body. Again and again and again.
Ewan issued a tight groan as Faye wrapped her delicate hand around his cock.
“’Tis so hard,” she marveled, her eyes bright as they met his.
“Ye do that to me,” he ground out as she stroked her touch over him in exploration.
“As ye make me slick with yearning.” With one hand on his prick, she slipped the other hand between her legs and brought it back to his cock, swirling her dampness over the spongy head.
Jesu.
Ewan leaned his head back at the extreme pleasure of her touch.
“Do ye like this?” she asked.
When he gazed at her once more, he found a wicked smile curling her lips.
“Aye,” he grunted.
He pushed his trews to the ground, so he stood fully nude before her. “Go to the bed,” he commanded.