“I’m sorry, I forgot. Are ye all right?” he asked, turning his head to peer at the bandages revealed by his actions.
“Aye,” she breathed and forced a smile. “I’ll just . . .” She didn’t bother to finish the sentence, but gently eased herself out of the chemise and let it pool around her waist. Saidh glanced down at herself and grimaced then. Her bandages crisscrossed over her injured breast, going over her shoulder, under her arm and around her waist above and below her other breast, leaving little more than the nipple of her uninjured breast on view. Not very attractive, she decided, and then gave a start when Greer suddenly bent his head and claimed the nipple poking out from between the strips of linen.
“Oh,” she breathed with surprise, leaning back over the supporting arm he had around her waist. She then gasped and wiggled in his lap as liquid fire slid through her body, dripping down to pool between her legs.
“Husband,” she moaned, clutching at his head with one hand and his shoulder with the other as he drew on the sensitive nipple and then flicked it with his tongue. She felt his free hand sliding up her leg under her skirt and began to find it difficult to catch her breath. By the time his hand reached her thigh, she was panting shallowly and wiggling like mad, but when his hand finally found and cupped her between the legs, everything in her seemed to stop.
Greer let her nipple slip from his mouth then and raised his head to kiss her again, and Saidh let out her breath into his mouth and kissed him back, then gasped that air back as his fingers spread the soft folds they’d been covering and slid in to find her warm, wet depths. Saidh shuddered and moaned wildly as he began to caress her, her body involuntarily moving in response to his touch, eager for more.
When Greer thrust a finger into her, he thrust his tongue into her mouth at the same moment and, in her excitement, Saidh nearly bit down on it. She managed to stop herself in time and satisfied herself by sucking on it instead until Greer withdrew it and broke their kiss. He withdrew his invading finger at the same time and returned to letting them lightly dance over her flesh, the touch more teasing than satisfying.
Saidh blinked her eyes open only to find him watching her face.
Biting her lip, she clutched at his shoulders, her hips moving to the music his fingers were strumming. But after a moment, she couldn’t bear either his stare or his teasing touch anymore and she groaned, “Husband, please.”
He immediately slid a finger inside her again and Saidh arched and bore down on the invasion, “Aye. Please.”
Greer withdrew his finger and bent to nibble her ear before whispering, “Promise ye’ll no’ slip yer guard again.”
Saidh stilled with confusion, slow to understand. Blinking, she peered at him in bewilderment.
“What?” she asked uncertainly and then sighed and closed her thighs around his wrist and arm as he slid a finger inside her once more.
“Promise ye’ll no’ slip yer guard again,” he repeated, nipping at her ear.
“Aye,” she groaned, riding his wonderfully talented hand.
“Promise,” he insisted, his fingers stilling.
Saidh blinked her eyes open, scowling with frustration. “I—”
“Promise,” he repeated. “I’ll no’ lose ye, Saidh. I’m happy with ye to wife. I want ye here, in me arms, like this. So vow ye’ll no slip yer guard and put yerself at risk again.”
Saidh shifted unhappily. “The falling stone was no’ an accident?”
He shook his head solemnly. “And nor was the arrow. We found proof.”
“What proof?” she asked with a frown.
“I’ll explain later,” he said solemnly. “For now, promise me that ye’ll no—”
“I promise,” she interrupted. “I’ll no’ slip me guard and put meself at risk again.”
Greer breathed out a relieved sigh and kissed her forehead. “Thank ye.”
“Ye’re welcome,” Saidh whispered, then gasped in surprise when he caught her about the waist and lifted her off his lap.
“What—?”
“Straddle me,” he instructed, holding her aloft.
Saidh hesitated, glancing to the bed. “Should we no’ just go to bed and—”
“Ye can no’ lay on yer back or front,” he pointed out. “ ’Twill be easier here fer ye. Ye’ll ha’e to ride me.”
Saidh peered at him at that suggestion. She would ride him. She would control how hard or fast they went and how deep he went. The idea was an attractive one. Smiling, she spread her legs to straddle him as he eased her back onto his lap again.
“I’m no’ sure I like that smile,” Greer said with amusement as she tugged his plaid up out of the way. He then closed his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath when she shifted forward until his hardness pressed against her damp flesh.
“Ye feel so good,” Saidh breathed against his mouth, rocking against his erection so that it caressed the nub his fingers had toyed with earlier.
Greer growled against her lips, then claimed them with his own and thrust his tongue into her and Saidh sucked on it eagerly as she rocked against him again, caressing him with her body, even as she pleasured herself with his. She felt Greer’s hands clasp her bottom, but resisted when he tried to shift her so that he could slip inside. She quite liked this and wasn’t willing to stop now. She was in charge this time.
“Wife,” he protested, breaking their kiss to trail his mouth to her ear and then her neck.
“Husband,” Saidh breathed, urging his head to continue down until he clasped the nipple of her uninjured breast again. “Aye,” she groaned, moving more firmly against him as he began to suckle. That made him groan around the nipple and then nip at it, and Saidh began to shift against him more urgently, chasing the release she wanted.