his cock, and he was practically breathless from need.
But nay, ‘tis about her.
When she whimpered slightly and went limp, he knew she’d found pleasure. What had she said? Unimaginable pleasure? He grinned, wondering if that’s how she’d describe it.
“God’s blood, Kiergan,” she whispered, tipping forward.
He managed to catch her, to pull her down, to lay her beside him. And despite his intention to shower kisses and gentle words upon her, as soon as his aching cock sprang free of her wetness, he reached for it, and nearly groaned aloud when his fingers wrapped around himself.
He felt more than saw her push herself up on her elbow beside him. And knowing she was watching him fook his own hand set him over the edge. He tugged once, twice, spreading her wetness over himself, and then with a mighty groan, released his seed across his belly.
Instantly, he was overcome with that delicious ease which always stole over him, and his hand fell, boneless, beside him.
“St. Columba’s holy spleen, Davina, that was no’ well-done of me. I hope ye dinnae mind.”
She stiffened against him when he called her by her name, but after a moment she relaxed. “Mind?” Her throaty chuckle seemed to reach into his chest and squeeze. “ ’Twas everything I hoped it would be.”
His eyelids were growing too heavy to keep open. Why bother since it was so dark in his chamber anyhow? With a sigh, he relaxed, seeming to sink even deeper into the pillows. “Unimaginable pleasure?” he murmured in question.
She chuckled again, then sighed out an, “Aye,” and rested her head beside him on the pillow. He grinned sleepily in the darkness, one arm snaking around her to pull her closer. She made a little contented sound which he echoed, and when her palm rested against his chest, he had the most unusual feeling of contentment.
Mayhap I should’ve brought a lass to my bed long ago.
That thought made him want to laugh at himself, and if he’d had the energy, he would’ve. But it was quickly followed by another, even more interesting thought.
Marriage means sex with only one woman for the rest of my life, so it makes sense why I’ve avoided it. But if I could be guaranteed this kind of pleasure, mayhap it’d be worth it.
Was it possible Da and the MacKinnon Laird had known what they were talking about, bringing Davina and her sister to Oliphant Castle?
Beside him, the lass gave another contented sigh, and he remembered how she’d felt, coming apart in his arms. He’d done that. He’d brought her that pleasure, which had obviously been her goal.
And tomorrow, he’d see her in the daylight.
For certes, she’d treat him differently than she had at supper. For certes, after this pleasure they’d shared, she’d be amenable to accepting his suit.
To Kiergan’s complete surprise, he was actually considering courting Davina MacKinnon.
Because this grumpy, angry lass had come to his bed and had demanded he make love to her, and he’d enjoyed every moment of it.
He pushed aside the twinge of guilt which needled at him, remembering how much fun he’d had chatting with Katlyn at supper that evening. Nay, she was a kind lass, and intriguing, aye, but Davina was the one who’d come to his bed.
His hand rose so his fingers could twine through her curls, and he pulled her closer so he could smell the scent of her hair.
I havenae kissed her.
And had he had the energy, he might’ve chuckled at himself. He’d fooked her, brought her to pleasure, found his own, he’d stroked her clitoris and suckled on her tits, but he hadn’t kissed her.
Soon, he promised himself. Soon.
Just as soon as he regained some strength, he’d kiss her. He’d kiss her and worship her body and show her the real unimaginable pleasure she’d come to him for.
That was his last thought before sleep claimed him.
Chapter 4
Somehow, miraculously, Katlyn managed to wake before dawn. The horizon outside Kiergan’s window was just tinted with the faintest hints of light.
Being careful not to disturb him, she slid from his arms. When he grunted and rolled in his sleep, as if reaching for her, she had to smile. But it was a sad smile, knowing she couldn’t stay with him.
Ever.
Still, she took the time to brush her palm against his hand, resisting the urge to twine her fingers through his, to pull his hand to her lips for a kiss.
What they’d shared had been a one-time thing. They’d been lovers briefly; she’d given him her virginity