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Fingal inspected her rigid spine, her restless eyes, and breathless state with a frown. “What’s the matter?”
The nearness of his steel frame, his attention on her, added sensation to bashfulness. She strived to emit coherent words which seemed to have fled the mind. “I-I—” Her throat swallowed the nervous lump that had lodged there. “I feel a little shy.” Dark head tilted, waving the braid slightly. “You know…I’ve never been married before.” The attempt to lighten the air seemed to have amused him because he drew a side-smile.
He stepped inches from the plaid skirt. “It makes two of us.” Blunt fingers lifted to her hair to pull down the ribbon and let it plume to the carpet. He proceeded to undo the confined style.
Her skin under the clothes heated where he brushed on it, and yearning started to override the shyness. The bathed scent of him and the familiar effect it induced sang in her insides.
Strong fingers unclasped the brooch, and one end of the plaid fell from a shoulder, the movement making it fall from the other as well, reaching the carpet. Her wide gaze raised to meet his in the light coming from the fireplace. He aimed at the underdress buttons while her breath caught, and when his palm covered one breast under the fabric, the shyness became history.
Her arms circled him as she glued feminine body to him with not a vestige of shame. “I have only to touch you, and you turn to pure fire,” he rasped in wonder before he took her mouth.
It was the first kiss of their marriage, the real one, if she did not count the speck at the ceremony, but it contained nothing mild. They kissed fully, their passion igniting like wildfire. Somehow, the underdress had the same fate as the ribbon as she stood in drawers and stockings and the molten heat that always accompanied his touch.
In a swift move, he caught her up in his arms and strode to the bed where he placed her and leaned over to bombard her with more kisses and caresses.
By now she had undone his shirt and pulled it down muscled shoulders. Her legs shackled him, and she went into a rage of need as his mouth closed on her breast. “Fingal,” she breathed in between moans. “I can’t wait.” And she arched into him.
He shifted to the other mound. “Oh, but you will, Catriona,” he growled. “You’ll pay me for a whole month of famish.”
As if it had been easy for her. He disentangled from his bride and shed his clothes to tempt her with his magnificence and the fully aroused spectacle he revealed. Damn, she wanted him so much it ached.
And it ached unbearably when he dived that sculpted mouth of his directly in the slit of her drawers in a full-blown attack on her sanity. His raunchy tongue jaunted over every single inch to take her to the extremes of need. He went on and on, making her arch her spine, the tension building fast and relentless. That wet, warm tongue made it worse when it flicked on just the right part of her. The storm hit with such force that it rattled everything inside as a long moan escaped her lips.
But he left her still hungry for him. In a sudden move, she came over him, expecting to ride his delectable erection and sate them both once and for all. Her legs succeeded in striding him, their eyes clashed with an inferno of want. He seemed to yield when he pulled the string that held the drawers for them to bunch around her thighs.
“Not yet, wife,” he declared, flipping her again to lie on her back.
He pulled the underwear down, leaving her merely in stockings and garters. And then he hawk-dived on her flesh anew, this time with nothing in the way. He flayed her sensitised core, intent on her not-too-far demise.
“Please,” she begged.
Her plea served simply for him to take her further into that heightened state as he used a finger to provoke her. It had time to move only once before she fell off an edge twice as intense as the first. The orgasm was so abrasive it robbed even her scream, and no sound left her except for a ragged gasp.
He braced his strong arms by her sides, eyes filled with urgency in the reddish fireli
ght. “I do think you might be ready for me now,” he taunted.
She gave him no time for delays though. With her legs, she pulled him, and their bodies joined in a delicious deep slide. Both groaned with the absolute pleasure of it. A mischievous smile came to her lips. “Indeed, husband!”
Their words died as wild rawness engulfed them in the earthy delight they made together. She wrapped herself like a vice around him, arms, legs and all. They moved in tandem, each lunge more desperate than the last. Her body had missed him with such poignancy it seemed to meld with his hardness as he thrust again and again.
Their gazes met and held, adding a whole universe of unspoken feelings to their carnal joining. “What are you doing to me, Catriona?” he asked, panting and moving erratically.
She had no chance of answering as he drove the deepest yet and dissolved her in an endless turmoil of tremors. “Fingal!” she called when she splintered.
He quickened, grunts going frantic in shorter, broken lunges until he held back no more and poured all he had in her. His taut body collapsed on hers, and they lay entwined for a long time.
Bunched arms rolled them to snuggle her to him. When he took her again, it was slow, suave and maddeningly sweet.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“What the hell did you do, Fingal?” Drostan paced the study and hurled an angry glare at his brother. No doubt he referred to what Catriona’s father told him.
Fingal and his bride had reached his manor the previous afternoon and spent the time between settling down and, well, settling down. Her things had been unloaded mere hours before, but he cared nothing for them. After hearing Craig report on the work in the stables, they ate supper, and he took the bride to his bed. There they remained until this morning, which came all too quick for his taste.
No sooner did his brother learn of his return than he summoned him.
“I got married.” He was so sated, full of that appeased sense he had never experienced with any other woman. Though the newlyweds did very little sleep, to be honest. An inner scoff nearly exposed him to his brother.
