her, made him impossible to deny. She was absolutely, without question, in love with him.
His penis jutted against his stomach, and she clasped it, sliding her hand against its velvety smoothness, teasing him, stroking him, using the little droplet of come that pooled at the end to give her lubricant.
Aedan looked up at the ceiling, his hands a vice-like grip against her thighs.
“Would you like me to use my mouth on you?”
He met her gaze, the wicked tilt to his lips telling her that he would.
“I will not force myself on ye for such favors.”
“You don’t need to force me. I want to do it.” Abby pushed him back and slid off the table, pulling him around to sit where she’d vacated. He lay down and placed his arms beneath his head, his attention wholly on her ministrations.
He shivered beneath her at her first taste of him, and she revelled in his moan of pleasure. Heavy in her hand and as soft as silk, she touched him, falling into a rhythm as his cock strained rigid, his breathing hard and labored.
Abby kissed along the toned muscles of his stomach, biting her way up his chest until she was laying over him, looking down into the greenest orbs she’d forever adore. She grabbed his hands, grinning. “I want you to place your hands above your head. Keep them there until I tell you to move.”
He nodded, but didn’t reply, just wickedly grinned at her. Abby straddled him, rubbing her hands across his body, feeling the light sheen of sweat on his skin. The essence of him filled her senses, that of a man, lavender soap, and something that was wholly Aedan.
She flicked her tongue across his nipple, savoring every groove and muscle indentation he had, before kissing his jaw, the lobe of his ear.
“You’re killing me, lass.”
He tried to kiss her but she sat up, wagging her finger at him. His penis jutted against her core and she slid over it, enjoying the friction it created against her aching flesh. Taking him in her hand, she guided him inside, sighing as he filled her.
Aedan swore, the sheen of sweat across his brow growing with every moment she made him wait. Slowly, she rose, only to lower herself again in agonizing strokes. Abby braced her hands on his chest, her fingers playing with his nipples as she started to ride him in earnest.
Her body sang, his body the instrument. He was large, with a thickness that left her full, aching, hot. Each thrust hit that special spot deep inside and she couldn’t get enough.
Abby found her groove, her breathing rapid, and she soon let go of any inhibitions she might feel. Instead, she set out to enjoy him, to allow his body to bring her to ecstasy.
She moaned, leaning back as an orgasm teased her. With her eyes closed, she felt Aedan’s hands come around to clasp her ass as he sat up. With his hands behind her, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down hard on his cock. It was enough to spike her over the edge and she came, her body convulsing, draining him of his seed as he joined her.
Her orgasm seemed to go on deliciously long, and she stayed fused with him as the last tremor subsided from her body. She sighed, contentment making her bones weightless in his arms. “That never gets old,” she said, kissing his shoulder.
He nuzzled her neck, kissing her softly beneath her ear. “Not when it’s with the right person.”
Abby hugged him to her, the raw emotion of love that filled her at his words threatening to make her cry. “Why is it you always seem to know exactly what to say?”
“Are they the right words, lass?”
She smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “They so are. Every one.”
Chapter 17
Over the next few weeks, Aedan showed Abby the rest of his estate, his land and tenant farms. Scotland in this time, its raw beauty, was nothing like she’d ever experienced, and she was in love with it as much as she was in love with Aedan.
Sleeping under the stars, with only a few of his guards, gave them plenty of time to enjoy the quiet and solitude the weeks afforded them. Having left Black Ben and Braxton, along with Gwen, in charge of Druiminn, Aedan had taken her away to recover from her injuries, both physical and mental, from Rory Kirk.
With each passing day, the more time they spent in each other’s