compared to her softness. Her breasts gently compressed beneath the body of her lover. It felt so good that she wiggled, gently rubbing herself against him.
A low growl shook his chest and his kiss changed. It deepened, his tongue thrusting into her mouth to slide around her own. A shiver shook her, sending a soft moan past their joined lips.
Heat radiated from him and from her as well. Even with the fire far across the room, she didn’t feel the chill of the night. The wool of his kilt was tangled between them. Her skin was alive with a magnitude of sensations, all of them heightened to far above normal. The fabric felt coarse and she lifted one leg to escape it. Keir reached down to grip her knee and bring it farther up. It spread her thighs, giving his hips a space to settle into. Her other knee bent, making room for his larger frame.
He didn’t rush to penetrate her. His fingers smoothed over the skin of her thigh, rubbing in a slow motion that sent pleasure racing toward the open folds of her sex. At the top of her sex a point began to pulse. It throbbed with longing, begging for Keir’s hand to move toward it.
“Yer breasts are beautiful, lass.” He moved down her body, placing soft kisses on her neck and then on her collarbone. “I swear it’s a good thing we’re wed because I’ve spent too much time thinking about sucking these sweet nipples.”
His breath teased her nipple and it drew even harder. He cupped it, gently closing his hand around the soft mound. When his lips closed around it, she moaned. His mouth was so hot it burned, but she arched upward, offering her nipple to him.
Keir took complete advantage of her invitation, closing his mouth around her nipple. He sucked hard on it, the drawing motion increasing the heat. Desire pooled in her belly, making her aware of how empty her passage was. She was achy with the need to be filled. The fabric of his kilt frustrated her because it separated her from what she craved. She writhed beneath him, seeking to slip between the fabric and his warm skin. Reaching down, she grasped at the wool, tugging on it with fingers curled into talons.
“When we agree, ’tis a glorious thing, lassie.”
His voice was dark and full of promise. He rose up above her and yanked his kilt aside with a long sweep of his hand. He didn’t give her a chance to view his length. He covered her again, settling between her spread thighs. She reached for him, running her hands up his arms, her fingertips exploring the hard ridges her eyes had enjoyed so much. Feeling them was tenfold more enjoyable. Everything about the moment was a feast for the senses. Thought disappeared while touch, scent, and emotion took command. Lifting her head, she kissed his neck, pressing her lips against the skin that felt so warm and smelled so very male.
His chest rumbled with a growl and it made her bolder. Straining up against the weight of his body, she kissed his chin. The need to kiss him drove her. She didn’t want to lie back and receive, she wanted to press her lips against his and initiate the pleasure.
Keir waited for her, remaining still while she angled her face so that their lips could meet. He didn’t take command of the kiss. His lips only followed hers. Clasping her hands around the top of his shoulders, she strained upward to keep her lips connected with his.
He suddenly rolled, taking her along with him. The bed was wide enough to allow him to settle all the way onto his back with her on top of him. Her thighs remained spread, her own weight pressing her down on top of him. He threaded his fingers through her hair, spreading the long strands out before gripping it around his fist. Tiny pricks of pain traveled along her scalp but it mixed with the need flowing through her blood, heightening everything again.
“Kiss me, Helena.”
It was an order, but deep in his eyes she saw the plea. He was a proud man but not an arrogant one.
“Kiss me because ye want to, lass.”
She touched one fingertip to his lips instead. He shuddered, the motion moving along his body and up into hers. His hands left her waist to cup the sides of her bottom. Male satisfaction burned brightly in his eyes.