Chapter 12 #2
He gave a little growl in reply and inched her skirt upward. His arousal pressed against her bottom, heavy with lust. She wanted it thrusting inside her to sate the driving need in her core.
Her hips arched back toward him, grinding him more fully. His hand fisted in the fabric of her skirt before continuing to draw the garment higher. He didn’t stop until her legs were bare, and the triangle of red hair between her legs was just barely hidden by the hem.
William’s breath came faster in her ear.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
He groaned and his feather-light touch inched up her inner thigh to sweep over her sex. Pleasure blossomed between her thighs, making her center burn hotter, pulse deeper.
He gave a low curse. “Ye’re so wet,” he said hoarsely.
His finger stroked over her again, more firmly, toward a place so sensitive, she immediately cried out.
“Aye, there.” His teeth gently caught her earlobe, his breath heavy in her ear. “Ye like that?”
“Aye,” she gasped.
His digit circled the spot, and her frantic breath became husky with moans. Just when she thought she might die from the intensity of it, his hand slid lower, and something carefully nudged inside her.
It was so close to the fire burning inside her. A tease, really. She needed more. Her hips arched upward to encourage him deeper. His shoulder shifted against hers as he repositioned his hand.
His finger eased into her as he also rubbed at the sensitive place above her sex. “Like this?” he murmured.
She spread her thighs wider, moving her hips in time with the careful pumping of his hand. Pleasure was everywhere. Building inside her. Pounding through her blood. Tightening into a brilliant ball that would soon shatter. She couldn’t even speak to reply.
He kissed her below her ear, his breath as frantic as hers. “Come for me, lass,” he ground out in a thick Scottish burr. “I want to hear ye cry out with yer release.”
His ministrations quickened, his hand almost vibrating against her. Too much. All of it.
Her body tensed.
He growled in her ear, and it was her undoing. Euphoria exploded somewhere inside her, clenching around his finger as he continued to thrust it into her. She clung to his arm and squeezed her thighs against his hand.
It might have lasted for a second or a lifetime, she couldn’t tell, but when she finally floated down from the heaven she’d been sent to, she was depleted of energy. Her thighs dropped, and she sagged back against William, his arousal still rock hard at her back.
He kissed the spot below her ear, just behind her jaw. “That was beautiful.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it back. “God, ye’re the bonniest lass I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
A languid smile curled over her lips. “Ye needn’t flatter me.
” She rolled toward him without bothering to cover her exposed lower half.
“I want this.” Her gaze held his as her fingers trailed over his strong chest, down the bands of muscle at his abdomen, discernible even through the linen of his leine.
She framed the column of his ready prick with her hand. “I want ye.”
His eyes closed. He drew in a deep breath before opening them again. “Nay, lass. That was for ye.”
There was a place deep inside her that didn’t want his refusal, something that needed the rest of him.
But he plucked her hand gently from his body. “Ye need rest.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he leveled a stern look at her. “I believe ye said ye wanted to be a warrior and no’ a leman.”
Heat touched her face.
“And a warrior follows instructions,” he continued. “Right now, ye need rest.”
She didn’t want to go to sleep. Nay, that wasn’t completely true. Her body was heavy and liquid. If her eyes fell closed, slumber would easily carry her away.
She didn’t want him to go.
“Please don’t leave me,” she said.
“Ye’re an obstinate warrior,” he said with mock chastisement.
“Ye like that about me.”
He grinned. “Aye, I do.” His gaze skimmed down her face, then back up. “But I canna have ye seducing me.”
A smile pulled at her lips. “If I promise not to?”
He issued forth a dramatic sigh. “Verra well. If ye turn round and go to sleep, I’ll stay with ye tonight.”
She glanced down once more where his prick strained against his trews and pursed her lips with regret. After all, her maidenhead was of little consequence. She didn’t anticipate a noble match as her sister Faye’s had been.
Kinsey didn’t want marriage or children or anything having to do with the lot of it. What she did with her maidenhead would be her own decision.
She turned away from him, and his arm fell over her once more, warm and protective.
“Sleep well, my lass,” he whispered in her ear.
In all honesty, she’d meant to break her promise. Her intention had been to stay awake until he slept, then nudge back against the thickness of his arousal jutting at her bottom.
Except in the time that she waited for him, locked in the safety of his embrace, sated by the intimacy they’d shared, the pull of sleep was more than she could resist.
It would have to be morning then when she broke her promise. As she fully intended to do.