Chapter Nine
Diana woke with a start. It was bright, and she was in a bed. Scanning the room, all she could see was a wall and a window. Where was she? A warm weight against her back sparked her memory.
Puck! She’d thoroughly enjoyed having sex with Torr. For such a large man, he was a gentle lover…at least until he came close to his climax. She grinned as she remembered the feel of his thrusts inside her.
What was she doing? She needed to leave. How could she have slept the whole night? What if Go-Lucky had come to talk to her?
Carefully, she slipped out of bed, not wanting Torr to wake up. If he did and wanted to have sex again, she would be too weak to resist. Her dress lay over a chair and was almost dry. She glanced at Torr. The man was too thoughtful by half. Slipping on her leine, she belted it about her waist.
With her hand on the ring of the door, she hesitated and looked back. Torr lay on his back, his torso bare, one arm across his chest, the other flung out to the side. She wished she could have met him in her own time, but then he wouldn’t be Torr. With a silent sigh, she pulled the door open and crept downstairs.
Not many people were awake, so she made her way to the kitchen and grabbed her breakfast before making her way to the bakery. She wouldn’t make the same mistake she did the day before. She’d take breaks and eat in the hall. She’d simply not go anywhere near Torr. She very much doubted he would seek her out. Besides, his pattern was to go a few days without a bedmate, or so Nessa said. After what they’d shared, she couldn’t imagine him asking the widow or anyone else to his bed. He definitely felt something for her, so she just needed to figure out what to do when he did ask her back.
Once entering the quiet building, she started the fires for baking. Her morning sped by as she and Nessa focused on bread. However, at noon she made a point to cross paths with Ian as he left the stables. He had just ridden in from a hunting expedition. His wide toothy smile made her shake her head at him. “Are you and Fergus still friends? I noticed he is not with you today.”
Ian wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked toward the Great Hall. “Aye, yer idea worked. He has been a bit grumpy, but I think he will return to his usual self soon.”
“I’m glad. I’m also curious. Why did you join this clan only to have Fergus as your shadow when you had family elsewhere?”
Ian stopped and faced her in the doorway. “I thought everyone knew.”
She shook her head, surprised by the seriousness in Ian’s usually happy face.
He looked past her, at nothing in particular. “I had to leave. My laird’s son had taken a dislike to me and had done everything he could to discredit me. When he used my horse and raced it across the moor, it took a tumble and threw him.”
She sucked in her breath, afraid to hear what happened next.
Ian refocused on her. “My horse was fine, but the laird’s son came up lame, and it’s fitting is what I call it. But I had to leave nonetheless. At least I was able to take Annabel with me.”
“Annabel?”
Ian’s smile returned. “My horse.”
She matched his grin, glad to hear the happy ending to the story…if it was true. She didn’t expect someone working with a Disrupter to come out and tell her he was from the future. If Ian had wanted to get out from under Fergus’s watch, it could have been because he wished to have space to meet with his Disruptor. Ian meandered off to sit with the men, and she joined the ladies in the kitchen.
After lunch, she and Nessa cooked bannocks again. Torr kept everyone on a regular schedule. After losing so many family and clan members over the last three years, she could understand why. The clan appeared to accept it easily. She found it a very different experience compared to her own life. Then again, she could always count on being in one time period for about two weeks, so perhaps she did have some type of schedule.
“Nessa, shall we take a moment and have a drink?”
Nessa put down the hot iron pan and wiped her brow with the back of her sleeve. “Aye, I feel like a baked bannock meself right now.”
She wiggled her brows. “And it would be the perfect time to see Evan.”
“Ach, that man needs a fire lit beneath him. He won’t let a man talk to me, yet he doesn’t kiss me.”
“Maybe he needs a push.” She wiped her hands on the linen cloth and started out the door. “Or maybe you should give him a kiss.”
Nessa grabbed her arm to stroll with her. “Or fall in the bath with my clothes on so he can help me disrobe.”
She halted.
Nessa spun as she was tugged back. “Ach, would ye break me arm?”
She propped her hands on her hips and stared hard. “Nessa, I had no choice. He wouldn’t let me walk in my wet clothes.”
“Of course not. They would be too heavy anyway. Besides, everyone knows ye cannot stay in wet clothes. Was he as good in bed as the women say? We were a bit disappointed ye did not come to the kitchen for breakfast and tell us all about it.”
Heat rushed through her limbs. She lowered her voice. “Yes. He was wonderful.”
Nessa giggled and tugged on her arm. “I thought as much. Will ye bed him again?”
She let Nessa pull her to the well then occupied herself with drawing the bucket, purposefully ignoring Nessa’s question. She was well aware of the answer, but to voice it made it far too real.
Nessa leaned her hip against the stone structure. “I mean, when it’s yer turn?”
The cold water that sloshed as she dropped it on the wall of the well was nothing compared to the sudden freeze of her thoughts. “My turn?”
“Of course. The laird keeps a certain order.”
She dunked the cup into the bucket and struggled to keep her hand steady as she gave it to Nessa. “If he has an order then, no, I won’t.”
Ness looked at her over her cup and swallowed. “But if he is pleasant…”
She clenched her own cup. Pleasant would be an understatement. Torr was Wow! But if he really did sleep with women in order, then he could leave her out. She stilled. By the time he came to her again, she could well be back at Stonehaven and he would be… Her breathing stopped as if a St. Bernard had just sat on her chest. Torr had only a few days left to live.
“Diana?”
She stared at Nessa with unseeing eyes. The man who cared so much for king and clan would soon be run through with a sword during battle if she did her job. She turned toward the practice field where he sparred with Kerr using a broadsword. Compared to the claymore he usually used, the weapon appeared small in his hands. Her gut told her Scotland needed a man like him, but if he lived, Scotland would disappear.
“Diana. Ye are spilling yer water.”
She shook her head and picked up her cup. “I’m sorry. I just remembered something. I’ll be back.” Leaving her cup on the well, she ran to the castle’s tunnel-like exit and down the path she had walked when she first arrived at Gealach. As she neared the forest, she glanced about before ducking into its dark depths. She didn’t stop until she’d reached the small pond in the clearing.
She sat down on the grass, her heart crying for Torr’s limited life. Nothing made sense. Torr was a good man and the Disruptor would keep him alive. Why would a Disruptor do something nice? And did the Disruptors save Torr because he was a good man or because they wanted Scotland to disappear? If the Disruptor was already in the time period, then he or she had to know what Torr was like.
The niggling sensation in the back of her mind started again. There was a pattern here, if she could just grasp it. “Go-Lucky, I could really use your help right now.”
Though she said the words aloud, he wouldn’t come. There was no way to communicate across time. Even Jules’s telepathic ability couldn’t reach across it. With no help, she focused harder. If the Disruptors arrived just before they changed history, they wouldn’t know the people whose lives they changed. But if they arrived early, they would. Could it be that random? Did they drop in and get to know someone, and if they thought history was unfair to that person they changed it, like with Torr?
It was Torr that concerned her, or rather her dilemma about his death. She still had three suspects for the Disruptor, but they were all men and none of them, that she knew of, had left the castle alone since she’d arrived. So if as Mouse postulated, the Disrupters were somehow men, she needed to focus on them. But unless Graham miraculously escaped, she didn’t think he was a possible. During their conversation, he seemed generally confused by her question about Torr.
That left Douglas and Ian, though each she was unsure about for different reasons. Douglas seemed too focused on finding a woman. Though he acted out of lust, the loneliness she’d seen in him, and his reaction to her and Torr, made his purpose more personal, like he really wanted someone to share his life. Ian, she doubted because of his nature and his lack of purpose in general. Though both could still be Disruptors, there was a very good chance the Disruptor had not appeared yet.
But if she was right and Ian, Graham, or Douglas was the Disruptor, she had to figure out how to keep them from saving Torr. It would be easy to ensure Graham stayed imprisoned, but the others made it tricky. She couldn’t very well lock the men up. Maybe there was an herb she could use that would put the men to sleep just before the battle. That would take a careful conversation with Beth, but it was her only idea at the moment. If the Disruptor was either Ian or Douglas, then the man must have kept a blade from hitting Torr’s body. If they both didn’t make it to the battle, then history would be corrected. But what if the Disruptor appeared in the middle of the battle? The clan was too small for her to disguise herself and go into battle with the men.
“And what about Torr?” The man deserved as much sex as he wanted between now and the end of the week, but her heart didn’t want him to, at least not with other women. How selfish she was.
She needed to let history flow as—
A noise in the wood had her listening intently. Silence reigned, but she did notice the sunset sprayed the forest with the oranges and reds of the end of day. She had to return to the castle before the portcullis was closed for the night. Rising, she turned toward the path and heard it again. A sound so faint, she wasn’t sure it was real. It could simply be an animal bedding down for the night, or a bird walking toward the clearing.
Whatever is was, she didn’t need to stay and find out. Lifting her leine, she started through the woods to the castle. As she reached the south field, she slowed her pace. Others were strolling into the castle as well, and there was no need to rush. Still, the feeling of being watched persisted. She looked back over her shoulder. Was it man or beast within that wood? There were wild boar in Scotland at this time. She increased her pace, her own anxiety feeding upon itself. When she finally reached the entrance, she looked up to find Douglas staring at her.
She shook her head as she entered the short tunnel before arriving in the yard. He stepped in front of her and by the look on his face, he wasn’t happy.
“Where have ye been, Diana?”
She shrugged. “I went for a stroll.”
“Why?”
She started to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm. “I asked ye why.”
She hesitated. Something wasn’t right with the man. “I needed time by myself to think. I used to go for walks all the time at home.”
His grip loosened, but he didn’t let go. “Don’t go to the laird’s bed again. He’s not for ye.”
She gazed into Douglas’s brown eyes. They were attractive eyes that reminded her of natural amber. “I don’t want Torr, and I doubt he will want me again.”
Douglas raised his brow. “He has taken a keen interest in ye, but it will wane. Ye need a man that can make ye happy for a long time.”
Holy Hamlet, the man was serious. “Are you proposing to me, Douglas?”
“Would ye have me?” He dropped his hand from her arm.
Surprised, she opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say.
“Think on it.” He turned and strode away.
She remained standing there as people filed into the castle keep. It appeared Douglas wasn’t the Disruptor at all. They wouldn’t propose to someone in a particular time period, would they? Picking up her hem, she continued into the Great Hall.
She joined the other women in the kitchen and helped place trenchers full of venison, apples, and bannocks on the tables. The earlier hunt had brought down a deer, and they would all benefit from it. She avoided the high table and kept busy. When all were served, she sat down with the other women.
Nessa slid over on the wooden bench to give her room to sit. “Where did ye go?”
She bit into an apple to forestall answering.
Beth spoke up. “Probably went to pick buttercups for the laird.”
The giggles around the table made it clear everyone knew she’d spent the night with Torr.
“Nay.” Nessa winked at her. “She found a nice grassy place to take a wee nap after being up all night.”
She put her head in her hand at the chuckles that followed, pretty sure she blushed as brightly as Mairi, who sat across from her.
The young woman’s eyes were also wide. “All night?”
That caused the entire table to erupt into laughter. She wanted to crawl underneath it, but when she glanced at the high table, she found Torr looking at her curiously. She shook her head and returned her attention to her meal, hoping he would ignore them. To her relief, the conversation turned to Mairi and her growing stomach.
After dinner, she helped clean the kitchen as a way to stay out of Torr’s presence just in case he did the unthinkable and asked her to his bed again, or worse, asked someone else. Beth thought it odd that she helped but wasn’t about to turn her away. Once all was cleaned, she remained there having a small cup of the heavy ale. She didn’t want to be awake in the middle of the night and possibly encounter Torr. She hoped the ale would help her sleep.
It didn’t. Halfway into the night she was wide awake again. Why couldn’t she sleep when the night before with Torr she’d had no problem? She was hopeless. Rising, she carefully picked her way through the room, leaving the Great Hall by the tower exit. Outside, the air was moist and warm, the height of the Highland summer. She strolled to the well and sat on the ground with her back to it. Maybe Go-Lucky would find her tonight. Their last conversation had been cut short by the guard’s patrol, so she still didn’t know why he had arrived. It could have simply been a check-in, or Jules may have sent him.
Hopefully, Torr was sound asleep in his own bed, now that he had captured his spy. The only other reason she could think of that he might wander outside would be if he looked for—
“Diana.”
She jumped at the sound of his voice next to her. Looking up, she found him standing to the side, his hand outstretched. How could a man so large move so silently? She’d think he had the same ability as Katz. She accepted his hand and he pulled her up…right into his arms. She pressed her hands against his chest.
He grinned. “You would be much easier to find, lass, if you picked the same spot every night.”
“How did you know I would be out here?”
“You always are. I had a cousin who had difficulty sleeping through the night as well. He always volunteered to relieve the wall watch because he was awake anyway.”
She raised her brow. “Really? Where is he now?”
Torr’s chest stiffened beneath her hands a second before he spoke. “Dead.”
Of course, what an idiot she was. “I’m sorry.”
He gazed into her eyes. “It is the way of life here. Be it the war to keep Robert on the throne or a rival clan, we never know when life will end.”
But she did, at least when his would end. Sorrow caught her by surprise, and she looked away, fighting the strong emotion filling her chest.
He raised her chin with his finger, and a tear escaped to roll down her cheek. He gently brushed it away. “What is it, lass. Do ye miss those ye lost, too?”
She swallowed hard, but couldn’t respond. It was him she was missing, and he hadn’t even gone yet. He didn’t deserve to die so soon.
He pulled her close and rested her head against his shoulder. “I know what ye feel. It is a hard life we lead here, but I could never trade it for the crowds of the south. I would miss these mountains too much. It is in my blood, as it is in yours. Instead, we live honorably for as long as we can and die well. It is our way.”
He didn’t move except to stroke his thumb back and forth across her shoulder blade. His breathing steady, his thoughts probably far away. This was why humans cared for each other, to share their joys and sorrows. The human condition was too much to bear alone.
She lifted her head. “Torr, why did you come out here and find me?”
His gaze returned to her and his lips quirked. “To ask ye to come to my bed.”
Her heart leaped that he wanted her and not another, but she made it calm down. “But you don’t bed women on a nightly basis, and definitely not the same one.”
He released her and folded his arms across his chest. “I did not make such a rule.”
The sudden loss of his arms about her bothered her more than she cared to admit. She leaned her hip against the well for sturdy support. “It doesn’t matter. The women have noticed your pattern. They say it is because you don’t wish to love another person.”
His scowl deepened. “I never said that. And I have accepted many into my clan and protected them.”
She placed her hand on his bulky forearm, again amazed at the mass of muscle the man possessed. “I know you have. It is part of your charm.”
His scowl lessened. “I have charm?”
Teasing him was so much fun. “Yes, you do, when you aren’t scowling, or yelling at your brother.”
“My brother needs yelling at.”
She laughed. “I think he would differ with you.”
He stilled, his eyes striking in the shaded light. “I’ve never heard ye laugh before.”
He hadn’t? She must have laughed since she arrived, maybe with the women. She grinned. “Maybe because you weren’t funny until now.”
He lifted his hand and brushed her hair from the side of her face.
It had never liked being in a braid, even when she was a child.
“Diana, come to my bed?”
For being a modern woman, she was a wuss. She’d never had sex just for sex in her entire life, and being with Torr was no exception. She was so screwed.
“What be ye thinking of?”
You. I’m thinking about how much I like you and I can’t. I’m thinking about how good it feels to have you inside me. She stopped her racing thoughts. “I’m wondering about tomorrow.”
His hand stilled, and her heart plummeted. His voice betrayed nothing. “Tomorrow will be like every Thursday.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
He sighed. “Why worry about tomorrow when we still have the night? Come to my bed.”
“Why?”
His eyes widened before a devilish smile formed on his lips. “Because I want to feel yer naked body beneath mine.”
Her limbs weakened at the image. She tried to keep it light. “But what if I wish to be on top, to ride you like a stallion?”
His whole body stiffened and the desire that entered his eyes was so strong it made her catch her breath. She played with fire here.
“Come.” He held out his hand.
She looked at it before meeting his eyes. “Why? Why me? Why me again?”
He dropped his hand and pondered her question. “Because ye are unique. Special.”
That wasn’t what she’d expected to hear. Maybe something about her hair or eyes or her overly large breasts. “I don’t see how I am any different from the other women here.”
He shook his head. “Ye are. Ye have befriended Mairi and helped her adjust after six months of her feeling like an outsider. I feared she would never feel comfortable, but ye changed that.”
She opened her mouth but he held up his hand. “Ye helped Ian and Fergus change their constant feuding to a more palatable relationship. Ye helped me see how I can nudge Evan toward matrimony. Ye have even been an influence on my brother, who is taking more men with him when he leaves the safety of the castle walls.”
She shook her head. “First, I think you are giving me too much credit. Second, how do you know about my talks with Mairi and Ian?”
His stance became arrogant like she’d expect from the laird of a clan. “I know everything about the members of my clan. It is my duty as their leader and protector. I must ensure their safety and their happiness. I also know Douglas stopped ye on your way back into the yard this evening.”
“You do?” Her surprise was complete. Yes, there had been other people in the yard, but why would anyone notice her and Douglas?
“Aye, I do. And I want to know why he stopped ye.”
She broke his gaze. How much to tell him? She didn’t want to cause Douglas trouble.
“Diana, he saw us that night from the wall-walk.”
“I know. That is why he’s so angry. He approached me the first day I arrived. I turned him away, told him I needed time. It cannot help he saw you bring me to your room as well.”
Torr’s chest expanded as he stood straighter. “I will have him restrained.”
She stepped up to him and placed her hand on his chest. “No, don’t. He’s just lonely. He wants nothing more from me than you do. Actually, he…”
Torr clasped her hand while his other wrapped around her back, protectively.
She looked him in the eyes. “He offered marriage.”
Torr’s hand tightened around hers. “I see.”
“You need to decide if I am truly what you want.” Maybe Douglas’s marriage proposal would scare him off and she wouldn’t have to make a decision at all.
He let go of her hand and clasped his two behind her back at her waist. “I do want ye. And I want ye in my bed every night. I don’t know how long. The future is uncertain. My family’s deaths have shown that to me. We must enjoy our pleasure while we can.”
Oh Puck! Her heart tightened at his words, and she looked away. He had only days left and he wanted her. How could she deny him? It was his final request, even if he didn’t know it. She was far beyond rule five now. She was in uncharted territory for both herself and TWI.
He lifted her chin with his hand again. “Please, Diana. Don’t deny me.” Gone was the strong, arrogant laird, replaced by a man who wished to be with her and only her. In his face, she recognized a familiar loneliness and a need that was far from sexual.
She turned her head to press her cheek into his palm. “I can’t deny you.”
He stared at her a moment. “Thank ye. I won’t disappoint ye.”
As his lips touched hers, he let her know he meant those words not only for sleeping with her, but in everything. As his tongue slipped between her lips, her eyes stung with the advent of tears. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back with all the tenderness she felt for him.
The kiss lasted awhile, but never turned passionate. It was as if they built a connection to each other. When he lifted his head, he gazed at her tenderly, forcing her to swallow hard once more.
Then Torr smiled wide and lifted her into his arms. “My lady shall ride tonight!”
“Shhh, you’ll wake the castle.” She giggled as he strode across the yard for the tower door.
“I don’t care if everyone hears. Tonight is for pleasure, and I intend to enjoy every moment with ye.”
She rested her head against his shoulder as he easily carried her up the stairs to his room. Whatever the consequences, she had just committed to a four-day relationship in medieval Scotland. She might as well enjoy the ride.
…
Torr watched as the woman crawled up the bed to kneel between his thighs. Not only was she kind, but she enjoyed sex. As she undid her braid, his cock jumped. Her pale blond hair, like the sun’s rays behind a storm cloud, spread about her.
“Ye are beautiful.”
She stared between his legs. “So are you.”
His blood rushed to meet her gaze, making him harder still.
She pulled her hair over one shoulder, covering her right breast. As much as he wished to touch its silkiness, he wanted it around him more. As if she could read his thoughts, she willingly obliged. Bending over, she wrapped the fine strands around his cock before straightening, causing them to glide around him in a swirl.
“Lass.” His voice was husky to his own ears. “Ye could bring me with yer hair alone.”
She appeared to contemplate his words. “I like that idea.”
He swallowed hard. He’d meant it as no more than bed talk, but by the look in her eyes, she had other plans. Excitement raced across his skin, causing his stomach to tense.
She laid her palms on his chest and stroked down over his belly, his muscles reacting of their own accord beneath her hands. He could not control them. She brought fire to his body with her touch.
“You are a man of many muscles.” She bent over again and swept her light hair down the same path her hands had taken.
He breathed deep. “Ye tease me to my breaking point.”
She shook her head. “No, I would never tease.” She bent again and this time wrapped her hair around his cock and encircled it with her hand. Slowly, she stroked up and down, pressing her soft, silky hair into his hardness.
He groaned. The intensity of the sensation made his sac tighten. He fisted the linen beneath him, determined to allow her her play.
But Diana bent her head and licked the top of his shaft. His whole body tensed at the strain of waiting until he was inside her.
She moved her hands and hair lower and took his head within her mouth.
“Ach, ye’d best stop, lass.”
She ignored him, holding him tighter and increasing her speed. Her small mouth sucking and licking until he could no longer hold back. “Argh.” The thrill of his seed releasing onto her tongue and sliding down her throat had him lifting his hips to her, unable to control his movements. When he had finished, he looked at her.
She grinned around him and released her hair. Erotically, she licked him clean, causing his body to shudder with pleasure.
“God, woman. Ye push me beyond my limits.”
“Good. Now you can pleasure me longer.”
He stared intently at her. “All night if ye wish.”
…
“All night?” She crawled over Torr, straddling his hard stomach. His hard muscles beneath her reminded her exactly how male he was. She was already wet from sucking him and everything about the man was big, making her small in comparison. She liked that. She also liked that he needed no further invitation.
His hands moved across her belly then up to cup her breasts. His gentleness constantly surprised her, making her heart sigh. But when his thumbs brushed across her nipples, causing them to become hard points before he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, all she could focus on was his touch. Spikes of pleasure shooting straight from his hands to the juncture of her thighs had her taking quick breaths. Instinctually, she pressed herself against his hard abs. She wanted this man, all of him, even his heart.
Torr tensed his stomach, but then his hands left her, and he raised himself up, moving both of them toward the wall at the head of the bed. He leaned his back against it, making it easy to look into his eyes. She loved his eyes.
Her position had shifted lower on his body causing his hardness to push against her butt. Before she could reach behind her to stroke him, he pulled her chest forward and his tongue found her left nipple. The man’s mouth was magic. He circled her hard nub with his tongue before nibbling at it and finally sucking it into his mouth. She moaned as heat from that tight point spread out to blanket her entire body. He made her feel sexy and very much wanted.
She grasped his head to her, his long hair brushing her chest. If only she could keep him with her always. Refusing to follow that thought, she lifted up on her knees and his already hardening cock slid beneath her to tease her opening.
Torr let go. “Are ye ready to ride so soon, then?”
“Yes.”
He grinned, his happiness at giving her pleasure making her anxious to satisfy him, too.
She braced her hands on his shoulders, and he held still beneath her as she slowly impaled herself. She adjusted her hips and knees to better accommodate him, loving the long glide down his length. The man was not only long but wide and he spread her to her max, filling her where she almost couldn’t move. It was as if they were one, and she let herself believe their connection was more than physical, just for a little while.
He didn’t push her, but let her find a comfortable position. She sighed. “I think we should stay like this forever. Surely, someone could bring us food and drink.”
He chuckled, which sent his cock deeper inside her and caused strong sensations to pulse into her core.
“I like your idea, though it be impractical.”
She loved his smile. Unable to help herself, she leaned forward and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her forward to rub her hard nub against his body. She gasped at the sharp thrill and tightened her arms around his neck. His tongue dove into her mouth as his hips started to push upward. This is what she wanted, him, them making love.
The man surrounded her, filled her completely as excitement throbbed, building. Every sensitive spot on her body was touched by him as he moved her back and forth while pumping deep within her. She tried to simply enjoy the moment, but the pleasure from so many places built to converge between her legs and her body tensed, forcing her response.
She threw her head back, the friction of Torr’s chest on her breasts another place where they connected as she rocked her hips faster, frantic now for completion. The lit fuse of ecstasy engulfed her, and she shook as she came, her body exploding with heavenly release.
Torr’s shout echoed in the room as he filled her with added friction and warmth, holding her to her climax, melding them into one.
When she finally opened her eyes, it was to gaze into his deep blue ones. His brows were lowered in concern and his thumb brushed the corner of her eyes.
“Why are ye crying, lass? Did I hurt ye?”
She shook her head as she tried to calm her breathing enough to speak. Smiling, she grasped his hand and kissed his palm. “No. These are tears of joy.”
His slow grin transformed his face into a work of art, crooked nose and all. “Then ye are pleased.”
She gave him a seductive glance before taking one of his fingers into her mouth to suck it. His pelvis pushed against her even as he lost his smirk. The movement brought a renewed need slicing up from her center. She let his finger slide out of her mouth and blew on it before looking at him.
“So far.”
“Ach, that be a challenge if I ever heard one.” With those words, he rolled them over and she found herself on her back with him still deep inside her.
She laughed. “Are you ready for it, my braw man?”
His mouth descended onto hers. From the look he gave her, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk tomorrow, but being in his arms the entire night would be well worth it. She gave herself up to his masterful ministrations, a willing accomplice in whatever proof he decided to practice upon her.