It was not the first time I’d felt such a conviction—Eoghanan said nothing he didn’t mean. I wouldn’t either.
“I won’t tell you that part of me doesn’t worry that I’m just too caught up in this, that it’s foolish of me to say it, because it wouldn’t be true. I am worried. I’m scared to death, Eoghanan. I’m scared because I know what you mean. That first time in the kitchen, I felt something too and that seems completely crazy to me.” I was rambling but I couldn’t stop, my breath coming so rapidly that each intake of air caused my breasts to push against his chest. “Completely crazy. I mean, who does that? Feels this way so fast. It’s nuts.”
Both of my hands lay on his shoulders, and I found that I was shaking him a bit, and he regarded me with a confused expression.
“I only understood mayhap three words of that, lass. That was a good deal too many words when all I can think about is how much I want to pull those teasing breasts of yers into me mouth. Please say it again, lass, only with less words.”
I laughed, leaning in to kiss him gently before moving my lips to his ear. “I only meant, I love you too.”
He groaned a deep, delighted sound. In that instant, he lifted me, my legs coming around his waist, his mouth crushing mine as he carried me to his bed. He lay me back gently, rising slowly so that he could stand and look down at me.
I was entirely exposed. I’d not been naked in front of a man since before pregnancy, and my body didn’t have the same flawless look it once had. I moved my hands to cover my stomach self-consciously, hoping he wouldn’t notice the effort. He did of course.
“Move yer hands, lass.”
I kept them in place, shaking my head side to side on the bed. “I’d rather not. It’s…”
“I know what they are, Grace. Do ye really think I’m someone that ye should be worried about yer scars with?”
Valid point, but his scar was sort of beautiful. It made him look brave, rugged, and slightly dangerous. I tried to tell him as much. “Yeah, but your scar is sexy. These things…”
Again, he interrupted me, bending to pry my hands off of the flat of my stomach. He kissed the marks, trailing the faded white lines with his lips. “These ‘things’ as ye call them are reminders of the wonderful lad that ye created, lass. Ye should be proud of them, for they make ye even more beautiful than ye already are.”
I surrendered then, allowing him to kiss me at will, any sense of self-consciousness gone. He trailed his kisses lower, nibbling along the inside of my thigh, moving perilously close to the center of my thighs. I couldn’t take it, and I squirmed beneath him. I’d gone too long untouched, and if he kissed me there…I wanted to climax with him inside me.
“Eoghanan…take off your clothes.”
With his scar no longer tender, he’d been free to don his kilt. He removed it with far too much ease, hardly looking up from his pleasure. I reached down to pull on his hair, hoping he would rise up and meet me.
He crawled slowly over me, nudging my legs apart with his knee before drawing one of my nipples deep into his mouth. I moaned and my hips arched upward, brushing against his erection.
I’d already seen him naked, but to feel him hard and ready against me was enough to make me buck against him in the hopes that he would enter me more quickly.
He smiled up at me knowingly but made no move to hurry himself. Instead, he shifted over me so that he could slip one hand in between my legs while kissing me.
He groaned in response to my readiness. His fingers slipped easily inside me as he sucked on my lower lip, dancing his fingers in and out and over my sensitive nub.
“Eoghanan…I, you have to stop, or I…I’ll…” I could hardly form a cohesive sentence.
He delighted in it. “Or ye’ll what, lass? ’Tis it no the great pleasure of women that ye may find yer pleasure more than once?”
I simply cried out in response to him, arching my hips into the palm of his hand as I quivered in response to his touch.
“Aye, ’tis, lass, and this night I shall do all I can to help ye find it over and over again.”
He kissed me, patiently waiting for my trembles to subside before pushing me open once again, readying me to accept him. Slowly, he pushed inside me, his breathing escalating with every increasing inch.
“Oh, Grace, I have spent many a night dreaming of what ’twould feel like to be inside ye. No one of me dreams prepared me for this. I could live inside ye.”
Chapter 28
We moved together and another climax built quickly within me, and I matched him as he neared the edge of release. When he shuttered within me, I clenched around him, and both of us cried out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“Ach, I knew ye would do that, lass. I doona know why, but I knew it.”
I laughed as he relaxed against my shoulder, slowly rolling onto his side.