Page 8 of The Widow Wore Plaid

She held him long enough to tease some more, flitting around his mouth, easing partway out, then slowly sliding back in.

Groaning, he straightened, breaking the kiss.

Jane gazed up at him, her most intimate parts throbbing with the need for him.

He shrugged off his banyan, revealing his magnificent naked body, his engorged member jutting straight out toward her.

Her breasts swelled at the sight, aching for his touch. His slow, sensual smile as he gazed at her heated every inch of her.

Kinellan slid his hands up, over her breasts, making her moan as he traced around the sensitive nipples. Then bit by bit, he peeled the front panels of the silk dressing gown away from each breast. The excruciating slowness with which he revealed her breasts, covered now only by the thinnest of silk nightgowns, and the avid interest in every inch revealed stoked the fire at Jane’s core until she lay moaning, “Kinellan.”

He slid his hands to the neck of her gown, grasped the filmy garment, and with one swift movement, tore it in two, the silken material parting with a low purring sound until she lay completely naked before him.

“Kinellan!” Unsure whether she should be thrilled or outraged, Jane lunged upward, grasped him around his neck, and pulled him down on top of her. The heat and weight of his body seared her flesh with incredible warmth. The thick mat of dark hair on his chest rubbed against her already sensitive breasts, making her writhe beneath him. His narrow hips had fallen right at the apex of her thighs so his cock urged itself forward, seeking her warm nest.

Eager to help, she lifted her bottom and he slid his hands beneath her, squeezing her buttocks before positioning her exactly right so he could thrust home. He then entered her so slowly and deeply she groaned with the pleasure of it. Never had she found a better lover than Kinellan, who seemed to know exactly what to do to drive her to the brink of climax almost immediately. She wrapped her legs around his backside and held on while he intensified the dance, plunge and pull back.

His mouth had been busy as well, nuzzling then licking one swollen nipple then the other, laving them with his silken tongue until she cried out, “Oh, Kinellan.” Writhing beneath him, she fought for control, but her heart thundered to his pounding pace and her body flushed. He drew one nipple into his mouth, then sucked on it hard.

“Oh, oh, God!” she shrieked as she shattered inside, gripping him hard as he continued to thrust, faster now as he neared his own peak. Her crescendo urged him on to completion, his hips speeding the pace until he groaned loudly, pushed incredibly deep inside her, and spent himself at last.

Panting loudly, his face red with his great exertion, Kinellan quickly withdrew and threw himself down beside her. “Oh, God, I’m done for.”

Her own heart still racing from their exquisite joining, Jane patted his chest slowly. “You seemed pretty lively just now, Kinellan. I think you’re good for maybe another time or two before you cock up your toes.”

He groaned. “Don’t mention ‘cock’ at the moment, love. I think you’ve broken mine.” He raised his head to peer at his now flaccid member. “Rest in peace, old chap.”

With a giggle, Jane rose up on one elbow, her gaze following his. “Oh, I wouldn’t lay him to rest just yet. I wager I could get a rise out of young Gareth there if I put my mind to it.” She stole her hand toward his loins, but he stilled it.

“Let the lad rest, Jane. He deserves it, don’t you think?”

Grinning, she nodded, then shivered. “I don’t actually want to move, but I’m getting chilly all exposed like this.” She drew nearer to his marvelous heat.

Hugging her to him, he said, “Let’s crawl beneath the covers and warm each other up.” He sat up then, groaning, stood, and helped her up.

Jane gathered the tattered remains of her gown and dangled them before him. “How I will explain this to Gillies, I have no idea.” She peered at him, eyebrow raised. “Do you have any suggestions?”

“Bury it or burn it, my love.” Kinellan tossed the covers back then leaped onto the bed and patted the place next to him. “You need no explanation for your maid other than, ‘I can’t find it.’”

With a grin, she dropped the wisps of fabric to the floor, then crawled in next to him and he pulled the cover over her. “Burning may be easiest, unless you fancy a midnight burial.” She glanced at the mantel clock. “Except midnight is long gone.” Shivering again, she slid closer seeking his warmth. “Can you get any closer to me?”

He obliged by putting his arms around her and draping his long limbs over hers. “Better?”

Nodding, she tucked her head under his chin, relaxing into the warm cocoon they’d created. “Oh, you feel so good, Kinellan.”

“May I ask you to do something for me, my love?” His warm breath whispered against her ear.

“What is it?” A tickle of unease appeared deep within. She prayed it would not be something to make her regret her decision to marry him.

“Will you call me Gareth? At least when we are in private, like now?”

Surprised by such an unexpected request, she turned so she could see his face in the flickering light. “Of course, my love.” It would be much more intimate. “Gareth.” So strange to call him that after all this time.

His slow smile made her so warm the covers were no longer necessary.

“When shall we tell everyone about our betrothal, Gareth?” Jane could scarcely wait to see her friends tomorrow. “Perhaps an announcement at the breakfast table?”

“Would you mind very much if we waited until the bonfire to make it known? I would like to close out the gathering with this happy news.”