Entrusted to a Highlander (Highland Promise Trilogy #2) - Donna Fletcher Page 0,102
reminded him of the rain. “Though it is not wise for us to remain in the rain getting soaked. As much as you don’t want to lose me, I don’t want to lose you, especially from an illness after being caught in the rain. You need warmth and dry garments.”
“What about what you were going to do to me in the barn?” she reminded.
Arran shook his head again. “No, I’m not going to do that to you.”
“Why not?” she argued. “It sounds delightful.”
“In the keep now!” he ordered.
She continued to argue, “I say the barn.”
“The keep,” he said and scooped her up in his arms, giving her no choice.
She chuckled, her arms going around his neck. “The barn sounds more fun.”
“Another day.”
“Promise?” she asked.
“You don’t need a promise from me, wife, I want it as much as you do,” he admitted.
“I knew it!” she said as if claiming victory.
“Though I may have to tear your garments off you once in our bedchamber since they are soaked to your skin.”
“Promises. Promises,” she teased and kissed him, intending it to be quick, but it wasn’t.
Once her lips touched his, they didn’t want to leave. She had hungered for his lips, his touch, and most of all for him to slip his shaft inside her as he had done most nights.
She was relieved to see how his desire matched hers, his tongue as playfully demanding as hers. He tasted what she imagined love might taste like, strong, heartfelt, and demanding to be acknowledged, unable to be denied. Bold and confident and never-ending.
Arran rushed them through the keep, paying no heed to the servants who eyed them with whispers and snickering smiles.
Once in their bedchamber, Arran hurried to strip his wife of her wet garments and Purity did the same for him. They each grabbed a cloth and again hurried to dry each other.
Purity didn’t play fair. Her hands followed where she dried and when she got to his shaft her hand lingered there, but how couldn’t she? He was hard and thick with passion and she could almost feel him inside her, bringing her pleasure.
Arran tried to ignore it, though that was a lie, he was enjoying her touch too much and if he let her continue he wouldn’t last long.
“Purity,” he said, trying to stay in control.
“You feel so good. I don’t want to stop touching you. I’ve missed touching you,” she groaned.
When she went to drop down on her knees in front of him, he wisely scooped her up beneath her shoulders and braced her against the door. He moved his hands to grip her bottom and lift her enough for his shaft to easily seek her entrance.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered and this time she eagerly obeyed.
“Hurry,” she commanded. “It’s been too long since I’ve had you inside me.”
“You’re going to make me come before I’m inside you,” he protested his throbbing need on the verge of bursting.
She maneuvered herself to fit against his probing shaft and her arms fit snug around his neck to hold on tight. She rested her lips next to his ear and whispered, “Come home to me, husband, I have missed you.”
Arran groaned as he entered her hard and swiftly, and she gasped. He stopped a moment, afraid he had hurt her.
“Good Lord, don’t stop. It feels so good,” she said, moving against him.
He held her firm as she did him and he pounded against her and she relished every moment. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it had been too many days without each other and their desire spiked rapidly.
“I can’t wait,” Purity groaned, wishing she could linger in the pleasure, but needing the release that pleasure promised.
“Neither can I,” he moaned and nuzzled at her neck.
His teasing nibbles and nips at her neck did her in, not to mention his powerful thrusts.
“Arran!” she cried out as she burst in such divine pleasure that she thought she just might faint.
He joined her and his moan turned into a roar as he exploded in a blinding release that made him realize how lucky he was to have Purity as his wife.
They clung to each other, not moving, not speaking, just holding tight.
“I’m so glad you returned to me,” she struggled to say since her breath had yet to calm. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Can you forgive my foolish behavior?” he asked, nibbling at her neck again.
“Only if you promise to make love to me at least once more tonight.”