“Tell me to stop the moment ye dinna like it.”
“I promise.” She pulled him back down to be chest to chest. He slid his hand up her thigh and beneath her chemise. He eased his hand beneath her backside and cupped the soft flesh. They continued to kiss, and when she made no move to stop him, he withdrew his hand. He swept it over her belly before inching it upward. He expected her to stop him, but she arched her back into his hand when he cupped her breast. He did nothing but hold it.
When she pulled away from their kiss, he moved his hand, but she covered it above her chemise. She pressed him to squeeze then knead the mound. She lifted her head and brought their lips together again. The kiss grew more heated, but Thor was determined not to take anything further than they already had. He didn’t want to rush Greer and ruin the moment.
Greer found herself far less patient than Thor. She twisted to bring her body closer to his, so she could pull his plaid to his waist. She moaned as her hand gripped his chiseled arse. It was as she remembered it. She found the groove on the side where her hand fit perfectly.
“Thor, can ye take yer belt and sporran off, so they arenae poking me?”
Thor’s mind warred with him because part of him screamed of course he could, but the other still feared ruining the moment. “If I take off the belt and sporran, ye will ken how badly I wish to make love to ye. And without a belt, mabreacan feilewillna stay in place. It’ll unravel.” He didn’t have to explain further since she’d see the outline of his rod, which pulsed against him at the idea of finally being close to Greer’s sheath.
“I ken. I want to see if I can be that close to ye.”
Thor drew back and kneeled as he unfastened the belt. He pushed it to the far side of the bed, keeping it away from Greer’s bare legs. He didn’t want to risk anything scratching her if he wasn’t paying attention. He settled back on his side, no longer hovering over her. She frowned at him, but he pressed his hips forward, his cock now touching the outside of her hip. She waited for the panic she’d felt so many times before. None came. He repeated what he’d done before, skimming his hand up her side beneath her chemise until he could knead her breast. She arched her back into his hand again.
“That feels good,” Greer whispered. Once more, she twisted toward him, so she could reach him. Her hand dipped under his leine and spread across his back before she inched it beneath the waist of his plaid. She watched Thor as he gazed down at her. Her heart ached with how careful he was being. No one since him had cared at all about her. Never. It was like they were five-and-ten again, discovering the wonders of coupling with someone they loved. She bent her right leg and pressed it against his thigh.
“Do ye wish me to slide mine between yers?”
“Aye.”
“Are ye all right with—”
“Thor, I love ye. I trust ye. Ye dinna have to ask for each thing.”
He kissed her again as he slid his thigh between hers. He stopped before it touched her sheath, but she raised her hips and squeezed his thigh. He took it as a sign that he could do more as they continued to kiss. He pressed his firm leg against her mound as he shifted to hover over her again. Her hands flew to his chest and pushed. He reared back, sitting and putting his hands up.
“I’m sorry. I—”
“Ye trapped ma hair. I couldnae tell ye that it felt like ye were going to rip it from ma head.”
“I—What?”
“Ye moved somehow, and ye caught ma hair under yer arm. It felt like ye might scalp me.” She lifted her head and moved her hair out of the way before she reached for him. He was slow to move, but when he did, he slid both arms beneath her and moved his thigh back between hers. She pressed on his back and brought their bodies together. She could feel his cock against her hip again, and it didn’t repulse her. Just the opposite. She rocked her hips, wanting the friction against her pearl. Her chemise and his plaid kept them from being skin-to-skin, and neither moved to change that. She could feel her passion stirring, but the barrier kept her from panicking.
She grasped the back of his thigh and pulled him closer as she ground her mons on him. She recognized the sensations from so long ago. Thor moved along with her, his rod rubbing along her hip.
“Wee one, I love ye.”
“Dinna stop. Kiss.”
Their mouths fused as they increased their pace. Greer clutched his leine as pleasure erupted through her. Thor squeezed her tighter against him as his sword pulsed under his plaid. They clung to one another until the need for affection blended with passion led them to smatter kisses across each other’s faces.
“I thought ye were perfect when we met, Thor. Then there were many years I didna ken what to think. For the past moon, I’ve thought ye were perfectly awful. I should have kenned I was right the first time. Ye’re a good mon, Thor. I understand now that ye’ve always done the best ye could.”
“I thought the same thing aboot ye. When I thought ye betrayed me, I would ask God why ye couldnae be so perfect for me. Why would some other mon marry ye, and he would have what I thought I was going to? Even when I thought ye conspired against me, I still thought everything else aboot ye was perfect. I think that’s why it hurt so much.”
“We ken our faults now, and we realize neither of us is truly perfect. But I believe we are perfect for each other.”
“I believe the same. Will ye let me hold ye?”
Greer’s smile was soft as she gazed up at the perfectly flawed man beside her. “Ye’ve asked me that three times today. I havenae said nay. I willna. Ye dinna have to ask, Husband.”
“If that’s how ye feel, then I willna let go, Wife.”
“Good.”
Thor rolled onto his back, and Greer followed. Her head settled on his chest where she could hear his steady heartbeat. She placed her hand beside his cheek, and he covered it with his. If they did nothing more intimate, Thor would die a happy man. Greer remained still, but she was restless. She wondered when Thor would be ready for another interlude.
