He wasn’t going to lie. “Aye. For a few minutes. But I will make it good for you before I’m done. Your pleasure is more important to me than mine own.”
“You are the most generous person I know.” She kissed his chin.
He didn’t feel generous at the moment. He felt damned greedy, wanting her to slide her hand up and down and stroke him very firmly.
His primal side threatened to override his rational side and answer all her questions by showing her exactly what he yearned to do to her—push, inch by torturous inch, into her and show her how her body could adjust to accept his.
He would kiss her and love her through the pain, then, once he was fully imbedded inside her, he’d withdraw slowly only to drive deep again. She’d beg him to go faster. He would thrust until they both lost their minds, until she cried out her pleasure and he released his seed inside her. He muttered a curse before he could stop himself.
Somehow her hand had sneaked beneath his plaid and long shirt. Her bare cool skin against his… “Saints.” Her hand squeezed the tip of his erection and he thought he was going to blast like a cannon.
“Your skin feels so silky and hot,” she whispered. “I cannot believe how hard you are.”
All he could do was grind his teeth, curse and struggle for control. He gasped for breath. “You’re determined to drive me mad.”
“Aye. I want to give you pleasure. Tell me what to do.”
How could he refuse that offer? Clasping his hand around hers, he showed her how to stroke up and down his rigid shaft. Damn, he was on the edge already. He’d wanted her too long. Months.
He tried to think of something else to distract himself, but ’twas no use. She filled his mind; her scent filled his head. He clasped her to him and kissed her, devouring her lips as shecontinued stroking without his help. Her tentative, light touch aroused him even more. And then the fuse lit, burning through his groin and exploding with a pleasure more astounding than he’d ever felt. Groaning, he dragged her tighter to him, loving the pressure of her body against his.
How he’d wanted to be inside her when he did that.
He kissed her forehead and pulled in laborious breaths, enjoying the final ripples of pleasure that reverberated through him.
“Oh, that was…” she said in a surprised tone.
“Aye?” He wondered what she’d wanted to say. He could only describe how it had felt to him. “Amazing. Spectacular.” He finally came back to himself. “And I’m guessing your hand is drenched with my seed.” He wiped her hand on the tail of his shirt. “See? That’s what happens when you take away my control.”
“I’m glad.” Her teeth flashed white in the dimness. And she actually sounded happy, not afraid or disgusted.
“You are?”
“Aye. I wanted to give you pleasure. I simply didn’t know how. I’m glad you showed me.”
To have a wife who not only enjoyed bed-sport, but wished to boldly seduce him, would surely be heaven on earth. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he wanted to marry her, but ’twas certainly a delightful bonus.
“Hmm. Later, I’ll show you more.” Once they were married. And he was determined this would happen. He kissed her lips. “I’d best make my escape before your aunt returns. I know not what kind of stamina MacMillan has.” He chuckled.
“You are wicked,” Seona accused.
“I’m afraid I am.” Grinning, he arose from the bed.
“Keegan, wait.”
“Aye? I wasn’t leaving just yet.” He didn’t want to leave at all.
Kneeling on the high bed, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He slipped his hands down her back, over the silken skin of her hips and derriere to her thighs. “Mmm,” he purred and kissed her. How he needed her in every way… physically, emotionally, spiritually. “I love you,” he whispered.
“And I love you.”
At her words, his heart pounded harder. Aye, he was determined to have her as his wife no matter what her father said. Keegan truly did not want to start a war, but he would if he had to.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Aunt Patience, I wish to speak to you for a moment in private,” Seona said the next morn in the great hall as everyone in their party gathered to leave. “I want to ask a favor of you.”
“Aye?” Patience looked mightilyimpatientat the moment. She glanced toward where Hugh MacMillan stood on the other side of the large, dim room.
