Page 87 of My Highland Love

But he continued, his tongue—his tongue, she forgot in favor of the finger that slid across her pleasure point. Marcus wound a foot around her ankle and tugged her close until she felt the thick bulge pressed to her thigh. His grip on her hands loosened as a slow thrust slid along her thigh.

“I think ye will find your father in here,” came Cameron's voice just outside the library.

Elise stiffened. Marcus yanked her skirt down as the door opened. She squeezed her eyes shut just before Marcus's gaze settled on his father.

“You chose a fine time to visit the library,” Marcus said evenly.

“Aye,” Cameron replied. “So it would seem. You look well this evening, lass,” he added.

She buried her head in Marcus's shoulder, not quite stifling an oath.

“I think you had better do something about your lady's speech,” Cameron said. “She's beginning to sound like a sailor.”

“Was there something you wanted?” Marcus asked. “Kiernan,” he exclaimed.

His muscles tightened and Elise realized he was rising. She grasped his shoulders.

He relaxed and said, “I'll be out directly. Give me a moment.” The door closed with a soft click, then he said, “You can open your eyes now, love. They have gone.”

Elise opened her eyes while shoving at him. “Get up for God's sake.”

He obliged. “Only a moment ago, you didn't want me to rise.”

She sat up. “Your son—he saw me.”

“Elise—”

She shot to her feet. “Good Lord, you shouldn't have—”

“Now, love, 'tis not all that bad. You were fully clothed after all”—she groaned and plopped back down onto the couch—”and, truly,” he went on, “this has been a household of men for many years. We aren't shocked by a little love-play.”

Elise shook her head harder this time.

Marcus gave her a gentle look. “You can't avoid him our entire marriage.”

Her stomach did a flip.

“I'll take full blame for the situation.”

She paused. “That is the truth.”

“Aye,” he agreed.

She kept her gaze fixed on him, but she was imagining his son's face as he stared down at them, Marcus on top of her while she arched toward him. If she could only leave the castle tonight. But even an hour's absence would be noticed. Not nearly long enough. She remembered how they had tracked her clear to Glasgow and the damned pawnbroker.

“Leave Kiernan to me.” Marcus's voice jerked her back to the present.

She eyed him doubtfully.

He smiled. “Don't concern yourself over it, love. 'Tis nothing.”

Elise rose. “I'm going upstairs to change.”

“But you look beautiful.”

“I can imagine just how I look,” she grumbled.

His gaze traveled the length of her, his expression taking on a masculine pride, which started a quiver in her stomach—and reminded her that his son had caught them when that same look was on Marcus's face.