Page 75 of Surrender

“And what precisely are you laughing at,” she demanded imperiously

“I think your frustration is even stronger than mine, mo leannan.”

“Can the board be moved?”

“Now, where would the fun be in that?”

“This is not fun, Lord Selbourne.”

“Why? Because you want to be beneath me as I drive my cock into that delicious sweet spot between your legs, mo leannan?”

“Yes,” she snapped, surprised by how easy it was to tell him what she wanted. Heat rose in her cheeks as she met his amused gaze.

“And I can think of nothing more pleasurable than doing that, mo ghràdh.”

It wasn’t the first time, Theo had said ‘my love’ in Gaelic, but as it had every other time he’d used the words, it made her heart swell with happiness.

As descendants of the Stewart clan, most of her relatives knew how to speak Gaelic. But to hear Theo use the words when talking to her made every part of her sing with joy. She’d never grow tired of hearing him use the Gaelic when expressing his love.

“I don’t think a board is the best way to forestall a couple from finding a way to make love before the wedding,” she muttered. “I think it probably has the opposite effect, and they find other places and moments.”

“Hmm, you might be right, mo leannan. Unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do, except…” Theo’s voice faded away, and Genevieve watched as a slow, sinful smile curved his lips, and a sudden flare of passion darkened his stormy blue eyes.

“Except what?” she asked, scowling up at him.

“We could pleasure ourselves while the other watched.” At his suggestion, Genevieve’s eyes widened in her face as she stared up at him in shock, shaking her head vehemently.

“No, I could never do that,” she exclaimed with a soft gasp, while a small thrill streaked through her at the wickedly hedonistic proposal.

“Where has my bold and fearless Genevieve run off to, leaving me with such a timid bride-to-be?” His devilish smile broadened as she glared up at him.

“Do not be an ass, Lord Selbourne.”

“Then pull your nightgown up, mo ghràdh, and let me look at you,” he dared her in a low, velvety-smooth voice that sent a shiver of excitement rushing through her.

Heart pounding wildly in her breast, Genevieve kept her eyes fixed on Theo’s face while her trembling hands caught the soft cotton of her gown and slowly pulled it up to her thighs. Features taut with desire, Theo’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“That’s it, mo leannan, just a little higher.” The moment she was fully exposed, Theo sucked in a sharp breath. “My god, Genevieve, you’re exquisite.”

Theo’s eyes locked with hers, and she heard his ragged breathing. Silence filled the air for a long moment as he closed his eyes, his features displaying a pained look.

“Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all.” The words were a dark growl rumbling up out of his chest as he met her gaze once more.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, biting back a smile. It was obvious he was feeling the strain of watching her without being able to touch her.

“Other than my cock being hard as a hitching post?” His frustration made her laugh, and he scowled at her.

“I’m going to make you pay for that in the near future, mo leannan. But at the moment, I’m going to watch you stroke yourself.”

“I don’t…don’t understand.” Heat rose in her cheeks as his face darkened with desire.

“I want to see your fingers dipping into those delicious, pink folds between your legs, Genevieve,” he rasped with an intense note of passion in his voice. “I want to see you stroke yourself.”

With a hard shake of her head, Genevieve silently rejected his instructions. A dark growl emanated out of him, and his eyes narrowed at her. It was a silent demand, and she swallowed hard. In a tentative movement, she slid her hand down over her stomach until she found the already creamy folds between her thighs. As she touched herself, her tongue dampened her lips, and Theo uttered a guttural groan of need.

“Now, I want you to rub that sensitive nub of flesh between your thighs, mo leannan.”

She didn’t reply, Genevieve simply did as he commanded. The instant she touched the sensitive spot between her already slick folds, her eyes closed as a rush of pleasure swirled through her blood.