“Keegan, please,” she gasped, tugging at his belt buckle. He caught her hand, halting her. “Make love to me,” she whispered.
He growled, wishing he had more control. Wishing he did not crave her so powerfully.
“I want to feel your hot, naked skin against mine,” she whispered. “’Tis what I dream of.”
Saints!What an image she put into his head. “’Tis what I dream of, too, lass.”
When she pulled at his kilt, drawing the plaid upward, something in him refused to stop her. Arousal blazed a trail through him, burning away his restraint. And when her soft fingertips brushed up his bare thigh to his shaft, he groaned.
Launching into action, he unclasped his belt and in seconds threw off his plaid, shirt, and weapons, then kicked off his boots. Next, he removed her belt andarisaid. The linen of her smock ripped.
“Damn,” he muttered, struggling to unwrap her from all her clothing. Finally, she was nude, the firelight dancing off her pale curves. His chest constricted, seizing his breath. But then he noticed, on her forearm, she still wore the leather sheath and knife he’d given her. The sight of it only aroused him more, told him she was his.
Lying beside her, he traced his fingers along her warm silken skin. “You are delectable,” he said.
“Nay, you are,” she breathed, her gaze trailing down his chest and abdomen to his erection. Her eyes wide, she bit her lip.
“You are not afraid, are you?” he asked, knowing some women did fear men’s bodies… and their first time.
Her sincere gaze met his. “Nay. Of course not. I love you and trust you more than anyone.”
His heart near burst from his chest with love for this woman. And when she grazed her fingertips lightly along his rock-hard shaft, showing him how much she wanted him, lust stormedthrough him.
Moving over her, one of his knees between hers, he brushed his lips over her beaded nipple, then drew the sweet morsel into his mouth. “Mmm.” He couldn’t resist tasting the other one, too, swirling his tongue around it, sucking it into his mouth.
“Keegan,” she whispered. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling it, holding his head near, her hips lifting toward him. Seeing how much she wanted him, despite her innocence, fired his blood. But he had to take it slow.
“You must relax, Seona.”
“I am. I want you. Please,” she said against his mouth, then licked his lips. Arousal jolted through his shaft.
Between her thighs, he sat back on his knees and skimmed his hands from her ankles, upward along her inner thighs, spreading them more. When he reached the top, he stroked his thumbs gently along her nether lips, incredibly wet and swollen. “So good.”
She gasped and thrust her hips toward him.
With one thumb, he circled that sweet feminine nub that was so inflamed and drenched, it near drove him mad. She cried out his name and words he couldn’t understand. Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.
Leaning over her, he pressed a kiss to her mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you but I fear I will.”
“Nay. Take me, Keegan… my husband.”
A strange primal urge overcame him. Aye, she was his wife. His woman. He must make her his in every way, even though it would hurt. He would try to ease her pain and make it better.
He had to have her now. No more waiting.
He stroked the tip of his shaft up and down along the moist folds of her sex. Saints, he loved the slick feel of her. The more he stroked, the wilder she became, wriggling, thrashing this way and that.
“Oh, Keegan,” she breathed, arching her back. “Aye, I beg of you…”
He positioned his shaft at her entrance, teasing her with just the tip. When she lifted her hips, offering herself to him, some instinct overpowered him and he thrust his hips. He found himself lodged a couple inches into her slippery, snug heat. Her inner muscles clamped onto him.
“Ow!” Her nails dug into his arm and more tears glistened onher lashes.
“Shhh, lass,” he hissed against her mouth. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said, her voice intense. “But it hurts.”
“I know. Relax your muscles a wee bit right here.” He stroked his hand over her flat lower belly. How incredible she felt, gripping him so firmly. Pain was the opposite of what he was feeling at the moment, but he had to help ease her first time, while maintaining some control over his own body. Hell, all he wanted to do was thrust. Hard. And bury himself deeper in her tight body. But he didn’t. He kissed her, flicking his tongue against her lips. She opened and sucked at his tongue.
