Return of the Scot (Scots of Honor #1) - Eliza Knight Page 0,82

Lorne seized her reins and eased their mounts closer until her knee brushed his, their thighs pressed together, and then he touched her chin and drew her in for a kiss. This was a much better way to express what he felt. Adoration, infatuation, happiness, desire. Saints, but he relished kissing her, the feel of her lips on his. The way she eagerly kissed him back. The little whimpers she made in the back of her throat reminded him of how she enthusiastically made love.

They broke apart when he was reaching for her hip to drag her on top of him, both of them panting, wanting. He couldn’t wait. Didn’t want to go back to the castle when they’d yet to reach the village. He needed her. Now. His wife—his love.

“Come here.” Lorne led her into a copse of trees and practically leapt off his horse. He lifted Jaime from her mount, holding her steady against him as he kissed her hard.

“What are we doing?” she murmured against his lips.

“I’m going to make love to my wife.”

“Here? In broad daylight?” Jaime pulled away to stare up at the sky and then around them as if assessing who might see.

“Damn right.” Lorne didn’t wait for her to ask any more questions; instead, he captured her mouth in another searing kiss. His blood fired with the enthusiasm in which she kissed him back. He was hard, hot, and utterly consumed by her.

Lorne laid out the plaid blanket he always kept rolled on his horse and settled his wife upon it, hovering over her, staring at the way the light that broke through the trees made little gold flecks sparkle in the brown irises of her eyes.

Jaime surprised him, however, when she pushed against his chest until he lifted and then promptly shoved him onto his back.

“I want to try it like this,” she said. “With me on top. It can be done, right?”

“Och, aye, lass.” How could he deny her? Or himself?

She lifted her skirts until they were bunched around her thighs and hips, the heat of her sex searing through his breeches. Lorne groaned and hurried to undo the front of his breeches. At last he was free, his engorged shaft pressing hotly to her slick heat.

“God, ye feel good,” he groaned.

With a hand on her hip and another on her breasts, Lorne thrust upward. Their bodies fit together as if they were made for each other. They both cried out, Jaime’s head falling back.

“Show me what to do,” she said.

“Ye already know.” He gripped her hips and encouraged her to ride him.

And oh, was his wife a quick learner. Jaime rolled her hips, undulating back and forth, driving him wild. Over and over. Her breasts bounced within the confines of her gown but free from the corsets she refused to wear. Lorne gripped her breast, tugged her bodice down enough to free her nipple, a beautiful pink in the sunlight. He lifted enough to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking the hardened, sweet flesh.

Jaime gasped and cried out, riding him faster. He was going to finish before she even got close at this rate. All the years of pent-up desire was to blame. Or else it was this beautiful nymph he’d married.

Lorne reached between their bodies, finding her nub of pleasure and stroking as she rocked back and forth, up and down. She gasped, her thighs clamping hard against his hips, making him increase not only the pace of his fingers but the thrusts of his hips. Her cries of release were muffled as she bit her lip to keep from alerting all of the forest to their deeds. Watching her climax was one of the most stunning things he’d ever witnessed. The way her lips parted, how her cheeks were flushed, her eyes blinking open in surprise and then slamming closed as she release. He could watch her all day—wanted to watch her all the more—but already he’d held on longer than was humanly possible. Once he felt her body spasming around his, Lorne let go, flooding his seed inside her.

He collapsed back onto the blanket with a long, satisfied sigh.

“That was fun,” Jaime said, staring down at him with a wide grin.

“Ye are fun, lass.” He reached up and gave her nipple a light pinch before tucking her breast back into her bodice.

She laughed. “Now that is the first time I’ve ever heard someone say that.” And with that, she bent over him, her hair cocooning their