would love to go slow, but this place isn’t as secluded as our bedchamber.”
“I’m so excited to be doing it with you in a barn—my dream come true,” she said with a chuckle, “that I fear I’ll climax as soon as you enter me.”
He hurried his lips to hers for a quick kiss. “A wife whose dream it is to couple with her husband in a barn—my dream come true.” He smiled. “And fear not, if you climax to soon, I’ll make certain you climax again.”
“Promise?” she asked, wiggling against him.
“My word, wife,” he said, though feared he might come even faster than she did, which would hamper his efforts to see it done.
Arran wasted no time, he pulled his wife’s garments up and pushed his plaid aside.
“Do hurry, I need you inside me,” Purity said anxiously.
Sometimes his wife’s innocent remark excited him beyond reason and this was one of those times, not that he needed his passion to go from soaring to raging near out of control if he intended to see her satisfied before him.
He slipped easily into her. She was so wet and yet still snug and when she wrapped her legs around him and took him deeper inside her, he almost climaxed there and then. Not that he wanted to. He wanted to last a while longer, feel that build, that push to the edge, and the anticipation of falling off, then soaring and exploding.
“ARRAN!” Purity cried.
“Shhh,” he warned. “Or we won’t be alone for long.”
“Then hurry!” she urged and clamped her mouth tight, not that it stopped her moans. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting against screaming out his name and fearing what would happen when her passion exploded.
Soon! Soon! It was building, she was on the edge, ready to fall. A few more hard thrusts and she’d be—the loud screech had her eyes flying open and before she could call out, her husband thrust into her so hard it sent her over the edge into a mind-shattering climax.
“Damn it, King,” Arran yelled as he felt the cat’s claws dig into his back. “I’m not hurting her.” He cringed as King’s claws dug into him again. “Purity, tell him—” He stopped when he realized his wife was in the throes of her release, her moans not helping the situation. “KING!” he yelled again, the cat’s claws shredding his shirt.
“STOP, KING! NOW!” Purity ordered as the deliriously delightful sensation ran through her body.
Arran moaned in relief when King jumped off him. He got annoyed since the cat’s claws had put a damper on his passion.
Purity saw her husband’s passion begin to deflate and tightened her legs around him. “You promised and I need you again.” She raised her hips, squeezing him tight.
Damn if his wife didn’t rekindle his desire quickly and knowing she was ready for him again had him growing harder and harder as he moved faster inside her… then King came and parked himself atop Purity’s head and stared at him. Arran almost swatted the little beast off her.
“Ignore him,” Purity said.
“How can I? He’s staring right at me.” Arran growled and King hissed.
“King, GO AWAY!” Purity ordered.
The cat stared right at Arran and hissed, then swung his tale, but didn’t move.
That was it. Arran stopped, pulled out of Purity, and rolled off her onto his back. “I’m going to kill him.”
King got up, meowed, and walked off.
“I’m definitely going to kill him,” Arran growled. “Hear that, King, just wait. I’ll get my revenge.”
King meowed in the distance.
“Don’t threaten him or he’ll—”
“What will he do?” Arran demanded, interrupting her and turning on his side to glare at his wife. “I’m bigger and stronger than him.”
“And he’s sneaky and has very sharp claws,” she reminded and cringed. “Let me look at your back.”
Arran quickly turned his back to her, so angry that he feared he’d say something he’d regret.
“These scratches need cleaning. Let’s go to our bedchamber so I can clean them and you can put on another shirt. I’ll mend this one for you.”
“I don’t need them cleaned,” he said, frustrated.
“Aye, you do,” she said, resting her head to the back of his shoulder. “And when we’re done there’s something I want to do.”
“If you think to tempt me, I’m too annoyed to respond to any temptation,” he complained with another growl.
She sighed softly. “I’m disappointed, since I’ve been so eager to taste your shaft.”
Arran sprang to his feet and yanked her up by her arm. “We leave now.”
Arran held his wife’s hand and