A Hellion at the Highland Court (The Highland Ladies #9) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,56

do together is as much aboot yer pleasure as it is mine. If there’s aught ye dinna like, that doesnae feel good after the first few moments, promise me ye’ll tell me. I dinna want to do aught that will hurt ye if I can help it.”

“I ken, Brodie. Ye’ve protected me since the beginning. I ken I’m safe with ye.”

Brodie’s heart pounded against his ribs. Laurel’s trust meant more to him than that of his entire clan or the king. He knew it didn’t come easily, and he wanted to remain worthy of it always. “If there is aught ye wish me to do, that ye like, ye need only tell me, Laurie. Dinna let what ye enjoy embarrass ye. I want ye to enjoy our coupling.”

Laurel nodded and bit her lip. “Can we start?”

Brodie chuckled at her impatience. He growled and pounced when she gasped as he flipped her onto her back. His tongue traversed the length of her body from her neck to her sheath. Laurel watched, stunned by what she anticipated would happen, as Brodie kissed the creases of where her thighs and hips met. He slipped one finger into Laurel, easing her into the intimacy. As it had when they slipped away from the guards when they rode out, for only a moment, his broad finger felt large and intrusive, but soon it wasn’t nearly enough. Laurel shifted her hips, trying to find the satisfaction Brodie had taught her about. Brodie eased a second finger into her channel, careful not to be rough when all he wanted was to thrust his cock into her over and over until she screamed.

Laurel wasn’t able to reach much more than Brodie’s hair. She tunneled the fingers of one hand into his hair, unintentionally tugging while the other fisted his plaid when he blew cool air onto her eager flesh before his tongue rasped along her nub. Like a flower in bloom, Brodie peeled away the petals until his tongue dipped into her core. His masculine hum of pleasure made Laurel’s hips buck off the floor. He captured her hips and pinned her entrance to his mouth as he feasted. His teeth grazed the bundle of nerves as his tongue worked her slick flesh. He knew Laurel struggled for release, unaware of how to ease her need. He would teach her that night and every other for a lifetime.

Laurel arched her back, longing for Brodie’s ministrations, enjoying every touch, but impatient for more. Her breasts felt heavy and ached. She wished he had at least two mouths that could work her core and her breasts in unison. Instead, she kneaded the mounds as Brodie watched her. Her head fell back and eyes shut against anything that might distract her from Brodie. She moaned as a familiar tingle began low in her belly. Her sheath tightened, and the nub Brodie sucked throbbed. Unprepared for the pleasure that surged through her, wave after wave, Laurel cried out and reached for Brodie. His powerful body hovered over her until she pulled him down to press against her. She held him as he nudged the tip of his rod into her, tensing and waiting for the pain.

“Laurie, ye must relax, or I willna be able to enter ye. I dinna want to hurt ye by being too forceful,” Brodie explained as he stroked her temple, noticing how her hair was strewn across their pillows just as he’d envisioned the first day he met Laurel. His cock pulsed with need of its own, impatient to be buried with Laurel. She sighed and nodded as she made her body go lax. Brodie surged into her, her tight channel becoming a vice as she tensed around him. “Wheest, thistle. I ken it hurts. I’m so vera sorry. So, so sorry. But I promise I can give ye that pleasure ye just had. I willna move until ye’re ready.” Though I may die in the process.

Laurel gasped lungfuls of air as the burning pain made her squeeze her eyes shut. But when she inhaled Brodie’s masculine scent–pine and sandalwood now mixed with the musk of sex–she realized the pain was more a memory than acute. “Brodie,” she moaned as she shifted restlessly.

“Aye, lass.”

“I—God, I need ye.”

It was all the encouragement Brodie needed before he nudged his hips against Laurel’s, moving slowly as she adjusted to each sensation. When her knees squeezed his thighs, and she raised her hips to meet his shallow thrusts, he dared to move