The Highland Laird (Lords of the Highlands #8) - Amy Jarecki Page 0,59
merely with caresses. Every time she touched him, he was moved by the deeply curious and intense exploration of her hands.
“You have not been pleasured,” she whispered.
Ciar tensed his muscles, willing away his lust. “One thing at a time, lassie. Your pleasure comes first, and I will not take you until…”
“Until?”
“Och, I am a wanted man. I’m in no position to make an offer of marriage. And mark me, lass, I ken you will marry one day, and that honor should be reserved for your husband.”
Emma said nothing for a long while, her fingers exploring.
She slid her fingers lower, down to his abdomen. “Well, then. ’Tis time you showed me how I can bring you pleasure just as you did for me.”
Ciar’s breath seized in his chest. “Nay, you are a gentlewoman. I’d never ask you to lower yourself in such a way.”
Her fingers tickled their way down to his navel while she bit the corner of her mouth. “I think we ought to make a truce.”
“Oh?” He brushed a kiss over her forehead. “What is that brilliant mind of yours thinking up now?”
“Whilst we’re tucked away in this fantastical place, I am merely a woman and you are a man. All societal rules and superstitions that surround us do not play a part in here. What matters is you and…” She slipped her hand to his cock, wrapped her fingers around it, and squeezed. “Me.”
Ciar groaned. “When you have hold of me like that, I am powerless to resist.”
Her fingers eased. “Am I hurting you?”
Wrapping his hand around hers, he showed her how to pleasure him. “Having your hands on me sends me wild—but ’tis the most tender place on a man. When you hold it gently and slide your hand up and down, it is almost like being inside you.”
Ciar’s eyes rolled back as the student took to her lessons with utmost precision.
Emma turned up her face as her lips parted, making her appear as seductive as sin. “May I lick you?”
“God, woman.”
“May I?”
“Aye,” he croaked. “But only if you so desire.”
“Mm,” she purred while she scooted down and licked his throbbing tip. “Like this?”
He grunted with his thrust. “Yes.”
“You like it. I can tell.”
Baring his teeth, he tried to maintain control, but it had been too bloody long.
As Emma slid him into her mouth, he guided her with light caresses and moans of pleasure, showing her what he needed.
In moments his breathing sped. Emma sensed his desire mounting and matched his pace.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he growled, thrusting with the licks of her wicked tongue. One day he would have her on her back with her knees spread wide. One day he would watch the ecstasy on her face while he plunged deep inside her over and over again.
With a sharp intensity, the world around him shattered. His knees locked as his cock exploded.
Emma’s grip tightened as she pulled away her mouth. “God’s grace,” she cursed. “You are astonishing!”
Chapter Nineteen
Emma came awake as Albert’s nose skimmed her face. She blinked and brushed him away, much too comfortable to rise as of yet. Behind her, Ciar sighed, his arm draped across her waist. Had she ever been this content? And in such tumultuous circumstances.
Spending last night in his arms was the most wonderful experience in her life. If he asked her to marry him, she would do so this very day without hesitation.
She liked that he respected her, but the words that she replayed over and over were I’m in no position to make an offer of marriage.
Did that mean he intended to make an offer once he was able?
She dared not ask. In no way did she want to say or do anything to stanch the euphoria thrumming through her blood. This was her time—their time—and once Ciar had been cleared of any wrongdoing, they would hide no more.
She prayed Livingstone and Kelly would figure a way to bring the culprits to justice without a battle.
“Are you awake, love?” he whispered, kissing her neck.
A soft chuckle pealed from her throat. “Aye, and Albert is anxious to go out.”
Ciar’s arm released as he rolled to his back. “I’ll tend to him.”
“No.” Reluctantly, she slid to her feet. “I’ll do it.”
She pulled a blanket around her body, counted the paces, and opened the latch. Albert brushed her wrap as he trotted past. “Come straight back, laddie.”
The bed creaked, followed by Ciar’s barefoot gait. “Perhaps we ought to go with him.”
Emma tightened the blanket around her shoulders. “Now?”