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Chapter Twenty-One
Charlotte’s whole body tingled with heat when she saw Angus stand slowly, fully-dressed, seeming totally recovered, and his hair wet and shiny. A few stray drops clung to the hair on his face, and it made his brown eyes sparkle. She swallowed. Here he was; here was her moment to say something, anything. She had to know.
She moved further into the room, feeling a little embarrassed at the presence of the servants outside. What would they think of a woman going into a man’s room alone and for a long time? She could think of nothing to say. Her mind had stopped whirring once she saw Angus, and her body took over, thrumming to its own new, forbidden rhythm.
She looked down at her dress and then realized that she’d had to wear the same thing this morning that she’d worn yesterday. She hadn’t fully thought her plan out, unsure if she would stay a night or not. Once she’d heard Angus was sick, all thought about planning dropped from her mind. She placed her hands flat against the stiff stomacher on her bodice. “I’m sorry I had to wear the same thing over again. I didn’t really expect to stay—”
She paused in surprise as she watched Angus’ tall form take a few steps across the room. Her mind didn’t have time to think as he pulled her waist toward him and met her lips with his. The heat that she felt as she’d watched him nearly tripled, and she wrapped her hands around him slowly, accepting the welcome pressure of his mouth, her body’s throbbing growing to a strong degree.
He pulled away rapidly and looked into her eyes, and placed a hand on her face. “I’m sorry; perhaps ye dinnae wish tae kiss a previously sick man.” He looked ashamed, an odd look for the proud, stoic Angus, and was going to move away.
Charlotte grabbed onto his arm and stared him straight in the eye, her green eyes full of the desire that she felt in her belly. “Well, it appears you have recovered very quickly. It was only exhaustion, Angus.” She smiled lightly, her lips turning up at the corners. “I was hoping that was all it was.”
Angus smiled back at her, and Charlotte took his head in her hands and kissed him back with fervor. Angus wrapped his arms around her waist and slid them down towards her backside. When she felt him draw her hips towards his own, she uttered a soft moan into his mouth.
He pulled away and kissed down her neck, and Charlotte’s breath came in soft gasps as she felt the heat rise in each place where he laid his lips. “Ye are breathtaking, lass,” he whispered in a throaty growl, and Charlotte could feel her yearning for him grow.
“And you make me feel like I cannot remember my own name.”
When Angus heard that, he lifted up, grinning roguishly. He held her chin with his thumb and forefinger and pushed up on her mouth before placing his own on hers once more. He took her thick lower lip between his teeth and pulled slightly. Charlotte gasped in pleasure. He said before taking her mouth again, “I have thought of little else since ye left.” When he returned to her mouth, he pushed his tongue forward gently; and with a sigh, Charlotte opened her mouth to allow him entry. She was surprised anew at the warm, wet pleasure it gave her as his tongue moved through her mouth, and she tried to copy his movements.
When Charlotte responded to his kiss, Angus groaned and guided her gently back against the wall before moving his hands over her breasts. Charlotte wanted him to feel all of her. She was not thinking about anything anymore and had no concept of time. All she could think about was this kiss and the beautiful slick heat that was building between her legs. This was just like her dream. Now it was becoming a reality. She moved her hands over his muscled arms and felt, with pleasure, the hardness that pressed into her thigh.
Charlotte felt bold. Even though she had consumed no wine, her senses were drunk with the feel and taste of him, and she wanted him to take her up on the bed and do whatever it was that men and women did together. She pulled away from him and whispered breathlessly. “Will you make me yours? I will not deny anymore that I want you.” She paused, breathing a few beats. “I hope that you want me as well.”
Angus chuckled, pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, and moved his hips against her again until she could feel the hardness beneath even more. “Does this nae tell ye, lass? I have wanted ye since the moment I clapped eyes on ye. And if ye wish me tae take ye, then I can only be a gentleman and oblige ye.”
Charlotte smiled. So he did care. Angus took her hand and pulled her lightly to stand against the bed. She remained standing, and her back was to him, but he sat down and began to unbutton the buttons on the back of her dress. Charlotte removed the stomacher, and he found the laces of the corset underneath. He stood and placed his lips against her shoulder, lingering for a moment with each heated kiss.
Charlotte shivered, her need growing with every second. This was what she had craved since she’d first kissed him the night after Calum and Julia left.
He pulled and yanked at the laces until Charlotte could have cried out with impatience. But soon, it was opened, and Angus moved his hands around her bare waist and up toward her breasts slowly. Charlotte gasped with surprise as he took her soft breasts in his rough hands. And when he began to knead, rubbing his thumbs lightly over her nipples, she laid her head back with pleasure against his chest and arched into his hands.
He removed the corset completely and turned her around. Charlotte looked into his eyes. They were warm, watching her with desire. How could she not have noticed it before? His eyes were always watching her thusly, and only now did she understand what really lay behind that heated, brown gaze.
The corset dropped to the floor, and the top of her gown fell to her sides. Angus breathed in sharply at the sight of her breasts in his view, and he sat down again, pulling her towards him so that his mouth could slip over each taut pink nipple in turn.
Charlotte breathed quickly as she savored the tingling pleasure of his mouth in such a sensitive area. His tongue was relentless, lavishing her with repeated pressure, and she felt a wetness pool at her core.
“I want to see you,” she said and pulled at his loose white shirt. He lifted it over his head, and Charlotte could see the beautiful man that lay beneath: his muscles, tanned skin, scars, and all, and she brushed her hands over his taut form, marveling at the make of the man.
He then pulled at her skirt so that it would come down, and he slowly removed her shift as well. She was soon standing in front of him, fully naked and exposed, but feeling like she had finally reached the safest place in the world.
She kept her eyes on him, and he removed his breeches. She saw his hard member spring forth from its confines, and she had the urge to reach out and touch it. When she did so, she felt its silky smoothness under her fingertips, and she watched Angus grimace in pain. “Oh, am I hurting you?” She pulled away.
“Nae at all, lass. I merely dinnae wish ye tae do that right now, or I willnae be able to last. And I want ye tae feel all the pleasure that yer due.”
Charlotte didn’t quite understand, but at the word pleasure, she smiled. She sunk into the bed beside him, and they kissed once more, their passion growing. All of her senses were on fire as her fingers traced lines around his perfect body, and she could feel his skin on hers. He moved a hand down her stomach and pushed into her bed of curls. She inhaled sharply.
“Ye are wet, lass. That means ye are filled with desire.”
Charlotte replied, ever more emboldened. “Finally, I get an explanation. I have been feeling it ever since I came to Duart, and I wasn’t sure how to get rid of it.”
Angus grinned at her and began to move his fingers through the soft skin there. “I will happily be of service tae ye, Madam.”
Charlotte giggled but then arched back as she felt a warm finger slip inside of her, and she felt her blood sing. “My God, Angus.” He moved his finger in and out of her, and Charlotte was nearly shaking with the pleasure it gave her. It was so new, so wholly consuming, that she thought she might break apart.
But he pulled out, and she looked up at him, disappointed. “You are done?”
