She let out a little giggle at that. “River stone?”
“Aye, lass. Let me show ye.”
He took her hand and gently guided it downwards, letting her palm brush against the front of his kilt. She blinked, letting out a small squeak at the weight and heat of the hardness there. He didn’t keep her hand there, but rather lifted both of her wrists, draping her arms over his shoulders.
Their lips met, a tentative, gentle kiss, all softness and warmth. Closing her eyes, Skye let the sensation whisk her away. His hands slid down her sides, tugging at the laces of her kirtle. Gradually, the bodice of her dress loosened, ready to fall away. The neckline loosened too, and he lifted his hand, tracing the line of her exposed collarbone.
“So beautiful,” he breathed.
Skye opened her eyes, looking up at him. There was heat in his eyes, a hunger that she hadn’t seen before.
No, that wasn’t true. Shehadseen it, but never so openly, never sointenselyas she saw it now.
Stepping back, she let her outer garment fall loosely from her body, leaving her in her shift. His gaze raked over her. He would be able to see the pink of her skin through the thin material.
She briefly glanced down at herself, noting how the pink tips of her nipples were visible. Swallowing, she took his hand and lifted it tentatively to her breast.
The feel of his fingertips running over her sensitive flesh sent a spike of heat through her, pooling at the apex of her thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat when he ran the pad of his thumb over her nipple.
“Beautiful,” he repeated, then leaned in to kiss her.
This time, his lips trailed down her neck, peppering kisses across her collarbone. Gently, oh so gently, he lifted the hem of her shift, pulling the garment up and over her head.
She stood in front of him naked and was a little horrified to realize that she was shivering. As a last touch, however, she reached behind her head, tugging at the pin that kept her headtangled in a rough knot. The pin came loose, and her hair cascaded down, a warm weight over her shoulders.
For a full minute, he only stared at her, his gaze growing more heated. Skye swallowed, pressing her thighs together. The pulse between them had grown almost unbearable.
“Touch me, damn it,” she whispered.
He lunged at her, snatching her up off her feet and into his arms. The world briefly spun around her, and she found herself bouncing on the bed, out of breath.
Evander wasted no time, untying the belt at his waist and tossing it away. The kilt followed shortly after. She propped herself up on her elbows, admiring the hard V of his hips, firm lines of muscle leading to his groin.
There was barely time to breathe before he was on her, over her, pushing her none too gently back into the mattress and pinning her wrists above her head. He kissed her on the lips, cheeks, the tip of her nose, and then downwards, between her breasts. He paused to run his tongue over each nipple, sending a spike of pleasure through her that made her gasp loudly.
He slid further down, pressing his rough cheek against her belly and glancing up at her, flashing her a smile full of mischief. Then lower, running his fingers over her mound and sliding beneath.
Skye cried out, arching her back and pushing her hips against him. She could hear the slick sounds of his fingers sliding into her, hot and thrilling. He slid his tongue against her, almost absently, and then pulled back.
She blinked, lifting her head. “Ye stopped.”
“Aye,” he murmured, leaning down until they were almost nose to nose. “We arenae finished.”
Her blood tingled in her veins. “Oh,” she breathed.
He took himself in hand, almost absently, and slid his hand between her legs once more, gently parting them. She let out a long, slow breath, and then he was inside her, filling her up and stroking a spot that made her shiver.
He moved, angling his hips with painful slowness. She let out a squeak of annoyance, wrapping her leg around his hip. She was rewarded by a grin and a growl.
He leaned over her, careful to balance his weight on his elbows, and began to move more quickly. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations take over her, pleasure sparking through her with every thrust. Her climax was close, so close she could already feel her core pulsing in anticipation.
Strong fingers curled around her chin.
“Nay, ye daenae, lass,” he breathed. “Daenae ye dare hide yer eyes from me.”
She forced her eyes open, breath coming hard, and met his gaze squarely. A tidal wave of shivering pleasure rushed through her, collecting in the pit of her stomach and where they were joined, making her cry out, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
Evander gave a low growl, his thrusts speeding up and losing rhythm, spilling inside her as if he’d been waiting for her to reach her peak before he did.
