The Highlander's Destiny (Highland Rogues #2) - Mary Wine Page 0,81

section of wall built here to trap water next to the hearth wall,” Faolan said. “It’s ingenious, even if I do nae care to think kindly of me brother.”

The tub was half full of water. Cora stuck her hand into it and smiled at the pleasing warmth.

“Out of yer dress now, lass.” Faolan was suddenly in front of her. He tried to work the buttons on the front of her doublet, but his fingers were too big.

Cora laughed.

“I believe ye shall have to wait for me to disrobe…husband.” She teased him by opening enough buttons to give him a glimpse of her cleavage.

Faolan raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps I might entice ye to work a wee bit faster, lass.”

He opened his belt. Cora felt a jolt as the spot on the top of her sex began to throb. Now that she knew full well the pleasure which might be hers, there was no heating up. Her body began to clamor for freedom from her clothing so she might feed her desire.

But she wouldn’t make it too easy.

“Are ye sure then?” Cora asked in mock innocence. “After all, this was how many buttons I had open when ye carried me from the great hall.”

“Come to supper like that as many times as ye want to be hauled away, madam.” Faolan opened his second belt. “I will enjoy having everyone know how passionate ye are for me.”

Cora opened the rest of the buttons on her doublet and let the garment slip down her arms. Faolan caught her while her arms were behind her back, embracing her and binding her arms behind her.

“Tell me ye are mine because ye want to be, Cora. For I feel I am drowning in what ye make me feel.”

“I have already floated away with the current, Faolan. Ye are me undoing. My only hope is that ye will join me, for love is saddest when it is not returned.”

One corner of his mouth twitched in response to her confession. His eyes lit with happiness before he was blocking everything out with a kiss. His mouth took hers, moving over it with a motion that sent need coursing through her veins. She struggled to free her arms because she needed to touch him in return.

Faolan lifted his head but held her arms. “Sometimes…I like controlling ye, lass.”

She liked it as well.

It was something that conflicted with her logical thinking, but Faolan made her feel things, and her emotions never obeyed her will.

Her waistband didn’t prove too difficult for him to untie. He had the knot open and her hip roll loosened in a moment. There was a whoosh as her skirts puddled around her ankles.

He was only in his shirt. The fabric fell to his mid-thighs, but the front of the garment stuck out. His comment about milking suddenly rose from her mind.

“I wonder how ye might feel about me controlling ye, Faolan.”

Cora slipped her hand beneath the edge of his shirt and found his member. Faolan stiffened, but the tub was right behind him. He could only tumble into it if he wanted to escape her. Instead, he grasped the edge of it, offering his body to her.

“Now…about this…milking,” Cora muttered as she drew her hand along his length. His skin was as soft as silk, but beneath that, his length was hard.

“Some milking requires a soft touch….” She reached down to the base, closed her fingers around his shaft, and drew her hand all the way to the tip. “Others…well…need a bit more strength.” This time when she returned her hand to the base, she used a tighter grip. Faolan’s breath had turned raspy. She drew on him, repeating the action several times.

“Are those stays restricting yer movement, lass?” he asked suggestively. “I know I like to toss me jerkin aside when I’m doing…chores.”

“Is that so?” she inquired as she looked into his face. There was a flicker of need in his eyes that fascinated her. For it was nearly a dependency.

She’d never have guessed Faolan, with his superior strength, might be reduced to depending on her.

But it was an intoxicating idea.

One which went straight to her head like the finest French wine.

Cora pulled the tie that held her stays closed in the front. The eyelets were worked unevenly on either side of the garment, so it loosened quickly.

“It’s warm here, lass.” Faolan was back to commanding. “Take off yer smock.”

She wanted to.

Cora discovered herself eager to comply because she wanted to see what he thought of