Mysty McPartland (20 page)

It was torture having to bathe him, her hands trembled uncontrollably and her knees grew weak each time she touched those firm muscles and sleek toned flesh. Even now just thinking about it the heat started rushing through her veins. However, she knew worse would come and as the hour grew late, she could think of no excuse to leave the room and find somewhere else to sleep.

She didn
’t know how she would survive lying next to him after so long; her body ached for him to touch her and to fill her. It had been so long since they’d been intimate and every nerve in her body was growing taut with unquenched desire, but somehow she would have to fight the raging need building inside her. She didn’t know if she truly believed him or not about the woman or if she forgave him for the cold way he treated her. She jumped slightly at the sound of the cup being placed on the table, she stared at him warily.

Tarrel drank the last of his ale and put the
mug down; he could see how agitated his wife was growing by the second and hid his smile. He hadn’t let her leave him since he arrived; even when he bathed he kept her in the chamber with one excuse after another. And now it was time for sleep and he could see that she grew more nervous over the idea of sharing a bed with him.

Hell, even
he admitted that he was a little edgy over the prospect, not because he didn’t want to share the bed with her, but because he was afraid that he might not be able to control himself. Well, he asked himself what other choice did he have if he wanted to win his angel back?

Languorously
, standing up he stretched. “’Tis time for bed, sweet, we leave early in the morning.” Turning away before she could see his smile, he headed for the bed. It only took a few moments to strip off his shirt and kilt he slipped beneath the covers with his hands folded under his head, he waited for her to join him.

Worried
and licking her lips apprehensively, she watched him cross the room, but when he stared to remove his garments, turned away.
I can’t do this, I can’t.
She jumped at the sound of his voice and glanced over at the bed.

“Change into ye
nightgown, sweet, and come to bed. I have had very little sleep over the last few days and I’m tired.” Through hooded eyes, he watched her stand; he lifted his brow in amusement and smiled when she went about the room blowing out the candles.

He was disappointed
, until his eyes grew accustom to the darkness and with the help of the firelight he watched her discard her attire and change into her nightgown. He couldn’t help his reaction, his cock was hard and his bollocks grew tight and he knew it was going to take every bit of strength inside of him not to make love to her.

Wisely knowing that it would be pointless to fight the inevitable, she took a great deal of time blowing out the candles and changing. Now that she finished, she knew she would have little choice but to join her husband in bed. Lifting the covers, she slid beneath them, keeping rigidly to the edge of the bed, and prayed that Tarrel would not touch her.

S
he was afraid that if he did, she would have no willpower to stop him making love to her. Though she wanted nothing more than to be in his arms she knew though that before they became intimate again things between must be settled first. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed for the hours until dawn to pass quickly.

Tense and making sure he kept his sigh soft once she settled beside him, he dared not move. He would wait until she was sleeping soundly before he wrapped her in his embrace. If all he could have was to hold her in his arms for a little while, it would be enough until she offered more.

It didn’t matter ho
w tired he was feeling, he waited until her breathing was heavy and he knew she slept soundly. He turned on his side and moved across the bed until he was in the center. Reaching out, he gently pulled her away from the edge of the mattress and up against him. He sighed softly in pleasure, feeling her soft curves pressed against him after so long.

His hand was feather li
ght as it moved over her curves, it felt so good to touch her again and no matter how much he ached and craved to be inside her, he would do nothing else. His nose nuzzled in her hair and he breathed deeply of her sweet scent, moving his face to the side of her neck closed his eyes.

And suddenly they flew open in stunned disbelief and he felt as though he’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. He swore he would never let it happen, but somehow it had. How and when it did, he didn’t have single clue however, he knew that his wife burrowed her way into his heart.

Somehow
he’d fallen in love with her and now he was even more determined to keep her with him. Even if it meant he would have nothing else but this, now more than ever he could never let his angel go. Closing his eyes again, he was still overwhelmed by the heady realization that he loved her. So amazed at the discovery it was sometime before exhaustion claimed him and he drifted off to sleep.

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Dalla blinked and opened her eyes, her breath whooshed out when she realized she was laying on her husband flat stomach. Her hair spread out over his body and between his thighs and it was there her gaze stayed. She licked her lips; he was fully aroused and the longer she stared at his hardness the temptation to caress him increased until it nearly overwhelmed her with every beat of her heart.

Only one other time she even
dared to touch him so intimately, and remembering that time the palm of her hand tingled. Feeling as though she was in a dream, her arm moved over him and her fingers wrapped around his thick, heavy arousal. Liquid fire rushed through her veins so fast it left her breathless, the ache and moistness between her thighs were becoming unbearable as her hand glided up and down the hard, smooth length of him.

Tarrel was between sleep and awareness,
his wife’s hot breath on his flesh was tantalizing him beyond endurance, however his eyes flew open when she wrapped her fingers around his rock hard cock. It was torture and the most powerful pleasure he ever experienced and it took the greatest willpower he had ever been forced to exert on himself not to roar with pleasure, to remain motionless. He closed his eyes and gnashed his teeth so he would not respond.

With her hand stroking his hardness, she watched fascinated when she saw the little pearl of moisture spill free. Her eyes widened at the most wicked thought that had ever entered her mind. And the more she thought about it, it became impossible to push it away. It whirled around and around inside her head so that in the end she could no longer stop herself from acting on it.

Carefully r
aising herself a few inches, she leant further down, a little nervous, and a little afraid yet tremendously excited, she licked the tip of his erection and tasted the bead clinging to the tip of his arousal.

While h
er tongue whirled around the head, more moist beads came out and she could not help herself, she took the top of him inside her mouth and suckled gently. It was only the raw cry and the bucking of her husband hips that made her pull her mouth and hand away. Totally ashamed and embarrassed by what she had done, she buried her face in his stomach.

It was to
o much and no matter how much he tried not to react, he lost the battle when he felt her tongue touch him so intimately and when she took him into her hot, moist mouth, he growled from such intense pleasure and his hand buried in her hair. “Oh God, Dalla sweet, dinna stop, please dinna stop.” His voice was ragged and harsh and he cried out again, when she once again took him back into her mouth. The ecstasy he felt was nothing he had ever experienced before and he didn’t want it to stop.

The sound of his strained, guttural plea, she lifted her head, for a moment closed her eyes, and wondered what she should do, but hearing his harsh breathing and seeing his hips straining, she once again placed him between her eager lips. She was rewarded by his impassioned cry.

With
every muscle tense with rapture, his fingers buried in her hair, he knew he was close to climaxing, it took everything within him to pull himself out of her warm moist mouth but he did and breathing heavily, he lifted her up so they were now face to face. “Tell me now, sweet, tell me to stop now and I will.” His words were raspy with longing and as he stared into those copper eyes full of life and passion he was unable to stop himself drowning in their brightness.

Disappointed that
he moved her away, she felt his hot breath against her face and it singed her all the way to her toes. Her hand came up and her finger stroked along the seam of his lips. “Nay, Tarrel, I canna ask ye to stop.”

Immensely relieved
and closing his eyes for a moment, he opened them again and grinned wickedly at her before his mouth took hers in a wild, hot kiss. The yearning for his wife grew in proportion and even though he wanted to take it slow, it was impossible. His large hands pushed the nightgown off her shoulders and down her arms when it hung around her waist, he was in such a hurry to remove it that as he tugged at it he heard it rip.

Gently rolling her over, he lifted his mouth from hers and moving he knelt between her thighs, he removed what was left of her garment; it dropped from his fingers as he stared down at her exquisite nakedness. His gaze devoured her and his hands came up, cupped both of her breasts, and squeezed them gently. For long minutes, he knelt there playing with them and then slowly both hands glided down over her ribs her flat stomach to her hips. This was the moment he dreamed about for a very long time and now that it was about to happen he wanted to savior every precious second.

She closed her eyes as she arched up into his palms, her breast tingled and throbbed from the sweet torture he was giving her and she whimpered softly when he removed them. They burned a trail of fire down her body and they stopped at her hips, she opened her eyes and through heavy lashes, she watched him lower his head between her thighs, she stiffened. Yet thrilling warmth spread through and breathlessly she waited to see what he would do next.

Good Lord, he wasn’t thinking of kissing her down there was he? Just as the thought entered her head, her hips were being lifted and she felt his hot breath on the most private part of her. She was about to pull out of his grip just as he buried his face between her thighs and swiftly all coherent thoughts flew from her head.

He breathed deeply of the sweet womanly scent he felt his cock buck and throb. Lord, she smelt sweet all over and he knew she would taste just as sweet. Lowering his head, he nuzzled his face against the soft curls. His heart racing, his tongue came out and parted the seams of her dewy woman lips and he could not help but growl at the delicious honeyed taste of her on his tongue. If he ever needed an aphrodisiac this was it, her sweetness was pure nectar.

His tongue swirled around
her delicious moistness and when he found her little pearl, flicked it again and again lapping up the juices of her desire, sometimes drawing the rigid bit of flesh into his mouth to suckle gently. His hold on her hips tightened as she thrashed wildly, but he didn’t have intentions of letting her go, he wanted to taste more of her.

He wanted it all.

After playing with her sensitized bud
, his slid his tongue lower and entered her, he heard her ravished cry and it sent him a little mad. His mouth devoured her and it wasn’t until she shuddered repeatedly and he at last tasted all of her, only then did he lift his head.

He slid up over her
hot silken skin and entered her with one powerful stroke, his mouth caught her wild cry and as one they moved together. He winced slightly as her nails dug into the flesh of his arms, but the pain was instantly gone as they both tumbled over the edge into the raptures of heaven’s embrace.

When his heart stopped racing, he slipped out of her, he rolled onto his back,
and drawing her into his arms he cuddled her close. He rubbed his cheek against the side of her head and sighed in blissful contentment. His angel had taken him to the gates of heaven and his heart soared with happiness. He closed his eyes but he could contain the grin that spread across his face.

His hand stroked tenderly over her head and
opened his eyes; he couldn’t help but be a fraction nervous. He didn’t know how she would react when he confessed what lay in his heart for her. Shifting slightly away, he cupped her chin and lifted it so their gazes met. What he saw shining brightly in her eyes his hopes that she felt the same way soared. “I’ve been such a fool, Dalla, aye a great stubborn fool. I should have realized that I could never keep my heart from an angel.”

Her
breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide and wondered if she could have actually heard him correctly. Lifting herself up, she bit her bottom lip and warily gazed at him. “What are ye trying to say, Tarrel?”
Please, please let me have heard right.

“I’m saying that I love ye, angel, and I was a fool nay to admit it.” Smiling tenderly at her, he ran a finger lightly down her cheek.

Tears burned her
eyes, hope blossomed in her heart, and as she gazed into her husband’s black eyes, she saw the truth of his words staring back at her. She threw herself into his arms and wept happy tears. “Och, Tarrel, that’s all I ever wanted, I have loved ye for such a long time.”

His heart shouted with joy and he squeezed his wife gently, lovingly he once more lifted her chin and stared into those big copper eyes and when he saw them filled with love and he saw the glow on her face knew he at last his angel was back. “I give ye my oath, angel, I promise ye that I will never hurt ye again.” He kissed her deeply, this time with love and not passion and when they were both breathless from the kiss, he cuddled her close and grinned with joy.