The Scot's Secret - Cecelia Mecca Page 0,70
trying to understand what had just happened.
Except Alex didn’t give her time to understand. He moved around to the side of the bed and she shifted up toward him. Clara was surprised she was able to move at all.
He positioned himself above her, and she looked down.
Oh dear.
“Clara, are you sure about this?”
“Not at all. I understand that is supposed to be inside me, but. . .” She felt foolish to say it aloud, but would it really fit?
Though his features were obscured by the shadows, his broad smile reassured her a bit.
“That’s not what I meant, lass.”
She was about to ask if he was all right—his face, though extraordinarily handsome, also appeared a bit pained. But then she remembered what ailed him. She remembered because he had taught her.
“Desire,” she blurted.
He cocked his head and drew his brows together.
“You look a bit like you’re in pain. But I remember what you told me.”
That smile again.
“This will work just fine,” he said, nodding downward. “Are you sure you want to do this? You can lose your maidenhood but once.”
“Oh.” She was perfectly aware of that. “I’m sure, Alex.”
He reached down between her legs while warmth began to spread through her again. “I want to do the same to you.”
It was the wrong thing to say. Or perhaps just the opposite. Either way, something snapped in her previously composed Scot. He withdrew his hand, made a sound that reminded her of. . . Well, she’d never heard such a sound. But she liked it.
And then he entered her, just a bit. It felt different. His manhood guided inside her easily until it stopped.
“Clara?”
Her maidenhood. It was useless to her.
She reached up and pulled him toward her. With that same guttural sound, he pushed again, and this time there was pain. Alex was lying atop her, his arms holding his body over her. He lowered his head and kissed her. But it wasn’t the insistent kiss from before. This one was soft and tender. His mouth guided hers open, his tongue coaxing, gentle.
Clara kissed him back and only remembered the pain when he began to move again. But it had already dissipated, replaced by an entirely new sensation.
“I like this,” she said.
He pulled up to look at her.
“Like? Then I’m not doing my job correctly.”
He moved a different way then. Using circular motions, he pushed into her and then pulled away. She mimicked his movements.
“Alex?”
It felt so good. He felt so good.
“Clara?”
He looked at her with such intensity that she completely forgot what she had intended to say. She moved her hands from his arms to his backside and forced him even closer.
He smiled.
She loved that smile.
She loved him.
And she especially loved the way he was moving against her—into her—right now. As if sensing that she no longer felt any pain, Alex pushed a bit deeper, withdrew a bit more. That same pressure began to build, and this time, Clara knew what was coming. She closed her eyes in anticipation.
His hands covered her breasts, caressing them while he moved. She matched his thrusts, pushing harder, wanting more.
“I want to feel that again,” she said.
“You will.” His voice, thick with desire, made her feel so powerful. She arched her back and mimicked his circular movements. . . only to be caught in her own net. The pressure built and built until her buttocks squeezed with the release that flooded through her.
“Oh God, Clara.”
With a final push, he tensed and cried out. She pulled him toward her, wanting to feel his entire body atop her. They were still joined, and she was glad for it.
The words she’d thought of earlier caught in her throat. Had she really been about to say ‘I love you?’ It was true, but it wouldn’t matter in the end. Clara would not risk another man she loved. She simply would not.
But those thoughts were for the morrow.
“Well,” she said instead. “That was quite nice.”
“Nice?” He pulled up enough to look at her. “Hell, woman. It wasn’t anything of the sort.”
“It wasn’t?”
He moved so quickly Clara didn’t have time to react. Somehow, he was now underneath her but still inside her.
“I’ll hurt you,” she said, practically lying atop him.
He grasped both sides of her head, pulled her toward him, and kissed her so thoroughly that Clara completely forgot about her position. In fact, when she became aware of it, she could feel his manhood stirring inside her.
Surely that wasn’t possible. . .
Then Clara became aware of several things at once—his