Behind the Plaid (10 page)

Again her chest rose and fell, her nipples hardening into tiny pink buds. I flattened a hand between her breasts, feeling her heart beat beneath it. Her skin was warm, but even here her skin dimpled with chills. I smiled. “Are ye cold?”

She shook her head.

“Then your skin prickles for me.”

Emma swallowed and bit her lip.

“Tell me.” I wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes.”

I slid my hand over toward her breast, feeling the silky smoothness of it on my palm, her hard nipple tickling the center of it. Emma pulled a breath through her nose, her chest rising a fraction of an inch, as though she hesitated, but wanted me to cup the soft globe.

I watched the way her lips parted as I massaged
her, swiping my thumb over the plump tip. I leaned down, wanting to take her gasp into my mouth, to feel her moan against my lips. Emma was a timid, lass, and I wanted to be the one to break her of it. To ignite her passion.

How could her husband not have p
leasured her? A bit on the thin side, she was still perfection. Silken creamy skin. Beneath her reticence, I sensed a woman who wanted to break out. A woman who wanted to unleash the power of desire, and all I had to do was unlock her soul.

This, I was good at. Pleasure, passion, sensuality. I was a master.

With both hands stroking her breasts, I skimmed my lips down her neck, licking, teasing her flesh until she whimpered. I nuzzled her plush skin, breathing hotly on her flesh, loving the way it prickled beneath my touch. My tongue a fine point, I slid it from the underside of her breast, up to the middle, pausing just beside her nipple.

“Please,” Emma whimpered.

“What do ye want, Emma?”

“I…I don’t know.”

I laughed softly, and flicked my tongue over her nipple and she cried out. “This? Is that what ye want?”

She arched her back. “Yes.”

I grazed her nipple with my teeth, then fluttered my tongue in circles. Emma’s hands came from my waist to thread through my hair. She tugged, her pants coming heavy.

I
thoroughly enjoyed myself. Relishing her response and how it affected me. I felt powerful, in control. Her body was mine to manipulate, and yet, I sought only to see her pleased.

She groaned when I took my mouth away, but I didn
a let her forget what my tongue could do. Her hair spread out on the pillow in soft waves, but I resisted touching it. Descending onto her other nipple, this time instead of teasing her delicious flesh, I suckled it. Rolling my tongue over the soft bud. I skimmed my hands up and down her ribs, up her arms and then grabbed both of her hands in one of mine. I held them above her head. Her breath puffing out in bursts. Even my own increased. My cock surged, wanting desperately to bury itself inside her. And I didna even know how she felt, slick, tight… Oh, how I wanted to know.

But no. Not yet. If
I were to delve there now, I might frighten her away from our fragile pact. Then where would I be? I had a feeling my desire to possess her would ruin me if I didna know that someday soon she would be mine. That I could make love to her whenever I wanted, hear her shout my name as she peaked, her cunny squeezing fluid from my cock.

So instead, I held her hands above her head, teased her nipples with my tongue until she moaned with uncontrolled abandon.
Sliding my hands over her hips and down her thighs, I inched her chemise up, revealing the length of her slim legs—and they were flawless.

“What’s this?” I asked, scooting lower to stroke her silky legs.

“Oh,” she said, sounding embarrassed. “Your servants were shocked by it.”

“Aye…” Holy Heavens… Her legs were bare of hair. So smooth and soft. I’d never felt a woman’s legs like that, and
I was all the more fascinated by it. “Were ye born this way?”

She laughed. “No.
It’s from shaving or wax, depending on the month.”

“Wax?”

“Yes. Where I come from, it’s standard to remove hair.”

God’s teeth
. I bent down and kissed her knee, skimming my lips down to her ankle, and then nipping the bottom of her foot. “All the way up too?”

“Yes,” she said, breathlessly.

I kissed my way back up her leg until I reached her thigh. Her sex was still covered by the chemise, but I couldna wait to see.

“And here
, too?” With a finger I slid the fabric higher, revealing a thin strip of hair. In the darkness I couldna make out the color and wondered if it was as fiery red as her hair.

Emma bit her lip. “Do you…” She trailed off, her voice suddenly small. I ha
d to remember her husband didna enjoyed her—or at least in a way that was pleasurable.

“I like it, Emma.” And indeed I did. I wanted to taste her, to see if it would be all the easier to slick my tongue through her cunny lips and taste her essence with barely any hair there. “I want to taste ye.”

“Oh,” she said again in that small voice.

“Did your husband?”

She shook her head emphatically. “No, never.”

I smiled, secretly pleased that there was yet another thing I could teach her. “I’m going to.”

She didna say a word, but I wanted her to. Wanted her to tell me that she wanted me to kiss her there. To taste her, make her peak on my tongue.

“Tell me ye want me to.”

“Wh—what?”

“Tell me what ye
want.”

Her eyes widened again and she shook her head. “I don’t know.”

I breathed deep, smelling her desire. I’d bet my life her sex was slick with wanting.

“Ye can tell me anything, lass. I want to hear ye say it.”

I placed my hand on her naked hip, gently massaging, and I bent to kiss her navel, dipping my tongue inside to swirl around. She smelled musky and sweet. “Do ye like this?” I asked, nuzzling her belly, my chin scraping on the very top of her pubic hair.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I kissed her hip, my eyes catching on a dark spot, a birth mark perhaps. I’d have to examine her in the light next time. Nudging her thighs apart, I heard her gasp as her sex was revealed to me. I could barely make out the pink petals of her sex in the dim light, but the one thing I could see was that she was wet.

“Beautiful,” I murmured. I kept my gaze locked on hers and cupped her sex, letting her get used to the feel of my hands on
her.

She cringed and squeezed her thighs shut,
while at the same time she shuddered. A contradictory reaction. Scared, and yet wanting.

“Did he hurt ye?” I asked, suddenly filled with rage f
or her dead husband. If he were nay already with his maker, I would’ve sent him there. Who could hurt a woman as docile and intriguing as her?

Emma bit her lip again and nodded. “You won’t, though.” Her words were infused with a confidence I’d not imagined she could own
. I was extremely pleased by it.

“Nay, I never would.” I kissed her lips, as if sealing that promise between us. “Open your legs, Emma.”

Slowly, she parted her thighs, allowing me to slide my fingers through her hot, velvet folds. I groaned, feeling as though I’d been sent to paradise. “Ye’re so wet, lass.”

“Is that bad?”

I shook my head. “Nay, never bad. ’Tis the way it should be. Shows that ye desire me, that your body is ready.”

“Ready for what?”

Her question was so innocent, and yet I knew she couldn’t possibly be that naïve.

“Ready for me to fuck ye.”

Emma gasped. “Oh.”

I grinned and winked, not sure if she could see it. “Ye want me to fuck ye, din
na ye?”

She stilled, and I sensed she was too embarrassed to answer. Already I’d opened her eyes to much, and I didna want her to
distance herself from me.

“Ye dinna have
to say the words, lass. Your body has already given me the answer.” Sweet heavens… I pushed a finger into her cunny. Tight. Her muscles clamped around me, squeezing my finger. If she’d not said she was married, I might have thought her a virgin. I was happy to think that her arse husband had a small cock.

Nudging her legs further apart, I
laid between them, and put them over my shoulders. She fisted the sheets.

“Ye’re going to enjoy this, lass.”

But she didna answer, couldna. I took her breath away with one long swipe of my tongue. I kept my finger inside her cunny, swirled my tongue around her clit, licked every inch of her folds. Breathing in her essence, I couldna get enough of her sweet, utterly individual scent. Glorious was the only word I could think to describe it. And so delicious.

I licked her until she moaned incessantly, her head thrashing back and forth. I nudged the little bundle of nerves until she jumped. Flicked over it, around it, and then flattened my tongue to rub back and forth until she screamed. Her thighs shook, clenching tight around my head. Her cunny muscles vibrated, clench
ed my finger, and yet, I wouldna let her finish. Refused. I wanted her to live out this pleasure for as long as she could. To know I was the one who did this. To know that I was in control of her body.

“Logan!” she pleaded. “Please, please, please…”

I chuckled and only resumed my sensual torture. God, I loved the power of it. My cock was so hard, I was sure it’d remain that way for days. And I wouldna seek release. Nay, I preferred to wait until I could sink inside her, fuck her into the next heavenly realm.

“Now, Emma,” I demanded, suckling on her pearl.

She cried out, bucking her hips, squeezing the breath from me with her legs, and yet I did not stop. I sucked until her body subsided, then I stroked lazily over the bundle of nerves with the flattened side of my tongue. With my finger still deep inside her, I felt a fresh flood of fluid. She was going to peak again.

I continued at that same lazy pace. Licking, thrusting gently with my fingers. I stroked her breast, pinched her nipple. Her breaths quickened, her moans deepened.

“Mmm… Oh!” she moaned, fisting her hands into my hair.

God, she was coming undone before my eyes. She lifted her hips in a rhythmic movement, riding my face and hand. Her passion was unleashed, and completely out of control.
With the desperation of a starving man I wanted to climb on top of her and pound her through the bed.

“Logan!” she shrieked, a violent
climax ripping through her. She bolted upright, using my hair as her anchor. Pain seared through my scalp from the force of her yank, but it was a welcome pain.

“Aye, lass, ride my tongue,” I murmured continuing my ministrations until her trembling subsided and she flopped back on the bed, utterly spent and satiated.

I climbed atop her, pressing my hard cock between her thighs, letting her feel how much I wanted her. Thank the devil, I kept my plaid in place or else the feel of her slick and pulsing cunny against my cock would have been too much.

“Do ye feel that?”

Her eyes fluttered open, gazing into mine.

“Yes.” Her voice was hoarse.

“Feel how much I want ye?”

“Yes.” She tentatively put her hands on my back. Her touch light, no longer strong and demanding as she’d been moments ago.

Leaning on an elbow, I slid a hand up her arm, placed it more firmly around me. “Ye can touch me, lass. I won’t bite. Well, maybe a little.” I nipped at her lower lip.

“That was…Out of this world.” A shadow of unexplained emotion slipped over her face, and she lowered her lids, no longer looking at me. “I truly enjoyed it.” She shook her head as if not believing in what had happened. “I didn’t think…”

“Shh…” I said, kissing her. “Dinna think of him. Erase him from your mind. Ye’re here with me now.”

She nodded, her eyes opening once more. “Yes. With you.”

Chapter Eight

Emma

H
oly shit…

This had to be a dream. A gift from God, maybe? A way to escape the misery that I’d been living with? When would I wake
up? Was I already dead? One moment I’m in a cab running away from the nightmare of my life and the next moment being kissed and licked and coming so hard I thought I was going to die.