“What do ye have in mind?”
“What I have in mind cannae be spoken in a house of God, that’s for sure.”
Skye snickered at his cheek and nestled into his embrace, looking forward to being ravished by him later that evening.
As the guests began to leave, tired after a day of celebrating and an evening of dancing, Skye watched her mother dance in the arms of her new husband. The day had been glorious, and she hoped it was the first of many in the next chapter of Helena’s life.
She felt a hand on her thigh under the table, and she turned to her husband, who was sitting beside her.
“Have ye had a nice day, me love?” he asked.
“Aye, Arran, a bonnie day.” She rested her head on his shoulder, and he shuffled to make it more comfortable for her.
“Ye look remarkable in that dress, Skye. Bein’ with child is making ye even more irresistible than before,” he whispered into her hair. He gently squeezed her thigh and then began to massage her leg.
“More irresistible?” She giggled. “I didnae think it was possible.”
“Neither did I, me beauty.”
Slowly, Arran trailed his fingers up her thigh, pulling her dress up her leg inch by inch.
Months ago, Skye might have protested, but she was used to his antics now. He always loved to get her a little worked up in public, where she dared not let her face show her response. Now, she kept her head on his shoulder and allowed her eyes to flutter shut.
He bunched the fabric up into his palm until his fingertips finally touched her skin. Then he gripped her thigh and pushed her dress up a little more until he felt the crease where her thigh met her hip.
Skye’s breath hitched. She turned the sound into a cough to conceal what was going on. Down the table, old Agnes gave her a wink. The canny old woman knew exactly what Arran wasdoing to her. More than that, she clearly saw the humor in it and approved.
Arran kissed her gently on the head. She gazed up at him, letting the light kiss explain the adoring smile she simply could not conceal. He began to trail his fingers up her upper thighs. She eased her legs part for him, granting him permission to go further.
Arran exhaled, his breath tickling her ear. He curved his finger and applied gentle pressure exactly where she liked it, and ever so carefully, he massaged her beneath the table. Her breathing quickened, and he increased the pace of his attentions. “Do ye think it too soon for us to slip away upstairs?” he murmured.
The heat of his whisper in her ear nearly undid her, right there at the table. “If ye steady me,” she whispered back. “I think me legs have gone to rubber.”
“Take a moment if ye need,” Aaron whispered wickedly, his fingers teasing her mercilessly, bringing her right to the edge. “I want to hear ye scream.”
Skye leaned against him, pressing her face into his shoulder while his busy finger invaded her most sensitive places. “Then perhaps we should go to our chambers, before I scandalize the guests by making the rafters ring.”
Arran laughed wickedly, as if she had just told him the finest joke in the world. He withdrew his finger, leaving her quivering on the edge of release.
He helped her smooth her skirts, then helped her to rise. They said their goodbyes for the evening and wished the happy couple a wonderful evening.. They calmly left the Great Hall, then Arran scooped her up in his arms as if she and the babe within her weighed scarcely more than a sack of grain.
Once they were behind closed doors, they were all over each other. Skye tore Arran’s clothes off him like a ravenous beast, all the while keeping her lips on his. He quickly but carefully undid her beautiful dress, knowing how much work had gone into it but urgently needing to feel her bare skin. Once he unfastened the top, he cupped her breasts in his hands and began to massage them before her dress had even hit the floor.
His lips danced down her neck and across her chest, and he pushed her up against the door to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, making her moan just how he liked, and he felt his member thicken and press against her leg.
“Arran,” she moaned.
“I’m going to give ye the best night of yer life, Skye.”
“Whatever ye do, do it quickly,” she breathed. “Please.”
He slid his hands under her buttocks and hoisted her in his arms, wrapping her legs around his naked body and carrying her to the bed. He could see that she could be teased no longer, and neither could he.
He gently laid her down on the edge of the bed, bent her legs, and positioned himself between them.
He admired her body for a short second. Her bump was beautiful and emphasized her stunning curves. He admired how her breasts had grown, her nipples looking more ripe. He slid his hands up her thighs and gripped them at the top. And then, looking her right in the eye, he thrust into her.
She moaned deliciously at the feeling.
