In Scot Water - Caroline Lee Page 0,30
between them. This time his hardness—deceptively soft—teased the pearl of her pleasure, exactly the way she needed it.
As if he knew, he flexed against her, the tip of his cock rubbing against her clitoris. She opened her legs wider, desperate for the feel of him inside her.
“Malcolm?”
When he arched back, there was enough light from the candle to see the serious expression on his face. There was need there, aye, but something more.
“This is no’ just tonight, lass. Ye will be mine.”
Her palms slid down his side, reaching around to cup his backside and urge him closer once more. She flexed her hips against him, reveling in the delicious feel of his hardness pressed against her, and managed a hoarse whisper. “I already am.”
With a groan of surrender, he pulled back, then thrust into her.
And they both stilled for one, glorious moment, savoring the feeling.
He was a tall man, and his member was long. It filled her completely, in a way she’d never experienced. He filled her perfectly.
The anticipation built, and finally, finally, she had to move under him, shifting just enough so she slid along his cock.
It was all the encouragement he needed.
With another little groan, he withdrew, then pushed into her once more.
“Blessed Mother, aye, Malcolm!”
It was a struggle to keep her voice down—she did not want Liam to wake—but as Malcolm thrust into her, she couldn’t contain her cries of pleasure.
Mother of God, it really was perfect, wasn’t it?
With each thrust, each powerful pump, she edged closer and closer to the precipice. Desperate for fulfillment, she wrapped her bare legs around his, pinning his ankles to the mattress as the tempo of his strokes increased.
“Evie,” he panted. “Deus in Caelo!”
“Aye! Please!”
When she couldn’t stand the pressure any longer, she thrust her own hips upward to meet his, and her pleasure exploded across her skin.
She arched against him, her inner muscles contracting around him as she held him tight. It was apparently all the encouragement he needed, because with a gasp, he stiffened against her.
The warmth which flooded her was the best kind of encouragement.
She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, as wave after wave of pleasure burst behind her eyelids. Clamping him against her, she rode out the waves, each one a spasm of the most wonderful kind.
It was a long moment before he collapsed, whispering something else she didn’t understand, and rolled to the side, taking her with him. Which was good, because she wasn’t ready to let him go.
As he withdrew, she snuggled against him, wondering if she’d ever been this boneless and sated with Robert.
Nay, dinnae think of him now. No’ after the way ye feel with Malcolm.
Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and she could feel his heart beating against her temple. The frantic pulse eased in time with hers, as their breaths slowed.
It was a while before he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, but the sensation made her smile.
“Thank ye,” she whispered against his skin.
He started. “I should be thanking ye, lass. That was…”
When he trailed off, she lifted her head and met his eyes with a small smile. “That was wonderful,” she supplied. “I’ve never felt…” Blushing, she dropped her gaze to his chin. “That was wonderful,” she repeated.
His arms tightened around her. “Aye. ‘Twas. So thank ye, Evie.”
She shifted, so her chin was propped on his chest, and his palm fell to her arse.
“Will ye stay here with me? I dinnae like the thought of ye sleeping with the chickens.”
His lips twitched. “Gladly, lass. I suspect we both ken where I belong.”
Here. With her.
“But,” he continued, with a wry smile, “I grew up sleeping with the chickens. So the last nights havenae been a hardship, truly.”
“Ye were poor then? But how did ye study so much?”
He lifted his head slightly, along with one brow. “Ye really want to ken of my family?”
Nodding, she pushed herself up on her elbows. “Of course! I’d like to ken all I can of ye, Malcolm. Ye have a twin brother, ye said. And ye are an Oliphant, aye?”
“Aye, although I didnae ken it for a long time. My twin’s name is Rocque, and we’re bastards. Our grandfather sent our mother away in shame when he realized she was pregnant, and we were born in the home of her uncle. Or mayhap he was her cousin.” He shrugged, his tone matter of fact. “He was a heartless son-of-a-bitch, that was for certes.”
“He…he made ye care for