A Beautiful Lie (The Camaraes) (81 page)

Muira couldn
’
t stop from whispering those precious three words against her husband
’
s lips as he slowly undressed her, letting her clothes fall carelessly to the floor.

“
You
’
re so beautiful,
”
he sighed reverently, gazing longingly at her body. 

His eyes raked hungrily over her figure, lingering as they swept over the lush, heavy curves of her bosom.  He couldn
’
t stop himself from listing forward to touch her, and Muira gave a soft mew of mingled relief and desire when his fingers finally brushed against one dusky sensitive peak.  But he was achingly slow, and teasingly tender.  She squirmed restlessly beneath his hands. 

“
So beautiful,
”
Lachlan murmured again, steering Muira back towards the bed.

She squealed when the mattress bumped against the back of her knees, and then gasped as Lachlan pressed her gently down upon the bed.  He followed a moment later, covering her, and then instantly dipping his mouth to her breast, as he had so obviously been longing to do.  Muira arched her back, and panted breathlessly as her husband suckled hungrily.  She raked her nails over his still clothed back, and gave a little whimper of frustration.

“
Lachlan,
”
she panted. 
“
I want- I want you naked,
”
she gasped, shuddered as her husband intensified his efforts, lavishing such attention on her breasts that Muira was soon trembling beneath him.

“
Do you now?
”
he asked huskily, propping himself up on one elbow so that he could look at her flushed face.  His other hand was still employed in tweaking one of Muira
’
s nipples, torturing the tender pebble masterfully.

“
Yes!
”
she groaned, grasping at the base of his shirt and tugging it free from his kilt.

“
Impatient aren
’
t we?
”
Lachlan chuckled, although the strain in his voice was telling.

“
Don
’
t make me wait,
”
Muira pleaded, not caring that he could make her beg, nothing matter, except feeling him thrusting inside her once again
…
and making sure that she felt that
soon
.

“
I want this to perfect,
”
he rasped, although it obviously took a great deal of self-control to hold himself back. 
“
I want to take you right.
”

“
You always do!  It always is!
”
Muira cried.

“
But it
’
s different this time,
”
Lachlan murmured thickly.  He dotted a line of kisses down her body, paying special attention to her stomach, where he lingered adoringly. 
“
Now you know that I love you,
”
he whispered the words against her skin. 
“
And now I know that you
’
re carrying our child.
”

“
Oh Lachlan!
”
Muria cried.  She didn
’
t think that it could be possible to love a man more than she loved her husband in that moment.  It really was perfect.  She could feel her eyes beginning to tear.  To think that she had nearly lost this!

“
Muira?
”
Lachlan murmured, his voice thick with surprise, concern and desire. 
“
What
’
s wrong, love?
”

“
Nothing,
”
she sniffed, reaching for him, and then pulling him close. 
“
Nothing,
”
she murmured again. 
“
Everything
’
s wonderful.  Perfect!
”

“
Well- it will be soon,
”
Lachlan corrected her wickedly, slipping his hands under her bottom and lifting her hips up into his arousal.

“
Soon?
”
Muira giggled. 
“
I thought you wanted to take this slowly?
”
she teased sweetly, wriggling against him provocatively.

“
Minx,
”
Lachlan growled.  He claimed her lips again, but this time he left his arms free so that he was able to whip his shirt off over his head.  His wife made an appreciative murmured as her palms slid greedily over the hard muscles of his chest.

“
Much better,
”
she cooed, running her fingers through the light spattering of dark hair that covered his hot skin.

“
I
’
m glad you approve,
”
Lachlan chuckled, dragging his lips down over Muira
’
s throat. 

“
Oh, I approve,
”
she gasped shakily. 

Lachlan hadn
’
t been able to resist his favourite temptation as he travelled lower down his wife
’
s body from her neck, and so he feasted hungrily on heavy swells of Muira
’
s breasts for a few moments.  His wife bucked and writhed beneath him, and drove Lachlan almost mad with desire.

He wanted her, and
now
, he wasn
’
t sure if he could trust himself to take things as leisurely as he had planned.  His body was already screaming for release, begging him to forget about the preliminaries and plunge recklessly between Muira
’
s legs.  And as his tongue lavished one pebbled nipple Lachlan couldn
’
t stop his hand from wandering lower.  He heard Muira moan as his fingers tiptoed through her damp curls, and grinned to himself with she splayed her legs in wanton invitation.

“
Touch me,
”
she panted, trying to twist her hips into his hand.  Lachlan gave a throaty chuckle and moved to pop a kiss onto the tip of her nose.  He wasn
’
t sure that he
’
d ever had Muira so needy before, but the extent of her desperation was hugely arousing- and he was hugely aroused- a condition of his that Muira no longer seemed shy about exploring.

Her fingers were coiled in the fabric of his kilt, hitching the tartan up over his firm thighs and buttocks, before then dipping to stroke the skin she had exposed.  Lachlan couldn
’
t keep a low groan from trickling from his lips as his wife
’
s soft, delicate little digits wandered curious over the backs of his thighs, the curve of his arse, before wandering where he most wanted to feel them.

Lachlan stilled when Muira
’
s hand curled around his cock.  She stroked him lightly at first, but then with growing boldness, pumping his shaft with one hand, while the other dipped lower to gently tickle his balls.  Lachlan
’
s body was shaking by the time his wrenched her hands away.

“
Not
yet,
”
he panted raggedly.  He took a moment to gulp a few steadily breaths before he trusted himself (and herself) to release his wife
’
s wrists.

“
I want it now,
”
Muira whispered, her breath was hot and persuasive against Lachlan
’
s ear, and her body was hot and persuasive under him, and
…
Lachlan was finding it difficult to remember why it was that he was so intent on making them both wait for their pleasure
…
and then he remembered her love, and the baby, and his love
…
and that he wanted to draw ever last second out to its zenith because he didn
’
t want to waste a moment
…

He popped a kiss onto her stomach again, flicking his tongue into the little weel of Muira
’
s bellybutton and making her squeal.  His fingers strummed down her sides, dancing across her flushed skin while his mouth worked lower.

“
Lachlan,
”
Muira hissed, as her husband trailed his lips over the inside of her thigh, where her skin was so unbelievably soft and silky. 

Lachlan nuzzled upwards suddenly, and began breathing in the musky, wet scent of her sex.  He wanted to taste her, but that would come later. He shifted down the bed so that he could capture Muira dainty little foot in his hand.  He stroked its elegant arch with a finger, earning a giggle from his wife, which made Lachlan grin despite the urgency of the arousal throbbing painfully between his legs.

“
I didn
’
t know you were ticklish,
”
he murmured devilishly.

“
I
’
m not!
”
Muira squealed quickly, despite the fact that she was wriggling and writhing under his teasing hands.