A Lass to Love (Brides of Scotland #1) - Tammy Andresen Page 0,25

on tiptoe and giving him another kiss. “Yes, Mr. Mayweather.”

Her voice had taken on a sultry quality that set him on fire. He wanted to go slowly but Fiona made it difficult. A buzzing need was filling his thoughts as they kissed again and again.

Wrapping his hands under her behind, he lifted her up, his mouth fused to hers all the while until they bumped into the edge of the bed. Then, slowly, he set her down and sunk with her until her back was pressed to the mattress as he hovered over her.

“My boots,” she said as she pulled back a bit.

He growled out in dissatisfaction but pushed up and began working the laces as she held first one foot and then the other up to him. His fingers grew clumsier as he became more impatient but he finally got them both off.

“Yer turn,” she said, standing and grasping his arms to turn him so that he landed on the bed. Then she bent down and started working his shoes off as well. Something about her bent between his thighs made his already aching member pulse with need. When she slipped the second foot free, he pulled her up his body so that she landed on top of him with a soft thud.

“Fiona.” His throat worked as he struggled for the words. “I want to go slow for you. Want this to be what you dreamed…”

“I dreamed of being with ye,” she answered, holding his face in her hands. “And me dream has come true.”

Fiona meant the words with her whole heart. Tom rolled them over, running his hands up and down her body, their lips locked in a searing kiss. She wasn’t aware that he’d unlaced her corset until it fell away. She was, however, intimately aware of his hands on the lace of her chemise and the feel of the fabric sliding up her body. And when he exposed her torso to his gaze, heat filled her cheeks.

“Fiona,” he groaned, raining kisses over her breasts until he reached one of the peaks of her nipple. She gasped out a breath as he took it in his mouth, her fingers twining in his hair.

When he kissed the other nipple, she tugged at his shirt, wanting to expose his skin. She had a driving need to be closer to him, feel more, touch him everywhere.

He obliged by pulling the fabric over his head. She stared, still amazed by the perfect picture he made above her with his rippling muscles and broad shoulders.

When he came back down to cover her body with his, he almost stalked up her, not unlike a predator, all male. The movement made her ache with desire and she reached out her hand to run it along his shoulder.

The rest of their clothes came off between kisses and touches until nothing stood between them. When he brushed against her most intimate folds, pleasure rocked through her.

“Tom,” she murmured against his ear. “Please.”

He did it again, running a gentle hand up and down her seam until she was wild with wanting. Then he replaced his finger with something much larger but equally gentle. “Are you certain you’re ready?”

“Yes.” She clasped his neck. “Oh yes.” This was what she’d always hoped for. Passion and love and a life to share with a man who cared for her in return.

He sank inside her, slowly opening her channel. She cringed in pain but gathered him closer, burying her face in his neck and whispering words from her heart.

When he was fully seated inside her, he kissed the base of her throat as she cradled his head. “Fiona, my love. Are you all right?”

“I’m wonderful,” she answered. “This is wonderful.”

In response he started a slow rhythm even as he kissed and caressed her. Soon the pain subsided and pleasure replaced the ache. Faster and faster, they held one another until Fiona couldn’t hold on any longer. Something intensely marvelous broke inside her and she shattered into a thousand pieces, crying out his name. In turn, he groaned with his own finish. When he collapsed on top of her, Fiona was certain she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Chapter Fourteen

Four days later…

Tom sat in the carriage outside a well-appointed mansion as he waited for Fiona to return. He’d wanted to go with her to confront Lord Exmouth. They were married now and they’d solve their problems together.

She’d insisted it would be better if she’d went alone so they’d settled on