‘Our plans? I spoke to Brodie and he said...’
She gasped as he dropped her back on the bed. Turning to face him, she slid up to the pillows. This bed was a luxury considering what she’d slept on over these past weeks and months. From the look in his eyes now, she understood that his plans included more than she’d hoped for. When he tugged his plaid loose and dropped it to the floor, her body responded to what she knew would follow. His shirt and breeches and boots followed and then he climbed up next to her.
Sorcha kenned she should object. That now that her identity was revealed she had no choice in what came next. That she could not make a commitment until she sorted it all out, with Brodie’s help and his protection, if needed.
Alan sat without saying a word, as though not completely aroused and ready to join with her. As though she had not noticed this amazing, naked man at her side. As though she would refuse him. But she could play along with whatever ruse this was and make her decisions in the light of day. The next day...or the next one.
‘So, tell me of your plans,’ she said.
Before he could speak a word, she reached out and touched him. His flesh was hot and hard and the ache deep inside her began immediately. She was too new at this to pretend to be unaffected by his nearness, by the feel of his flesh under her touch. In her hand.
‘Brodie suggests that we make our plans quickly.’ He spoke as though in pain, but she kenned he liked the way she caressed his length. ‘I told him by morning we would be ready.’
‘Ready? By morning?’ She tried to jest, but could not help laughing. She gave up the pretence. ‘Alan, I am ready now.’
He laughed then as he pulled her on top of him and guided her to sit across his legs. She gathered the bedgown up so she could straddle him and moaned as he rubbed along her cleft.
‘Aye, love. You are ready,’ he said. He pulled her face to his and kissed her, mimicking with his tongue what he would soon do with his flesh. Then, holding her face in his hands, he spoke. ‘We have two choices.’
How could he keep speaking rationally? How could she concentrate on his words when one of his hands slipped between her legs, searching for...something. She tossed her head back when he found it, that place where her ache was the strongest, and she rode his hand as he made it worse...or better.
‘Two choices?’ she asked, her voice deep with arousal as she thought of the myriad of things they’d done before. ‘I remember six or seven choices.’ Proud of her ability to speak at all as he did those things to her, she lifted her hips and rocked against him, wanting him inside of her.
Now.
‘No more talk,’ she said, taking his mouth and taking his breath with a searing kiss then.
Alan lifted her up and guided her body down on his shaft. Her breathing stopped as he filled her, inch by inch, until she had him completely within her. In this position, he was deeper than he’d been and she shifted to feel all of him there.
‘He will see you to the convent and you can take your vows.’
Her head spun and all thoughts escaped as he moved beneath her, sliding her down until she was sitting on him, riding his body as she would ride a horse. She ignored everything until she found the rhythm that felt the best. Alan moaned as she slid up along his length and back down. With her knees down and his hands under her, she could move faster and faster and feel every inch of his hot, hard flesh between her legs.
He reached up and gathered the length of her curls together, tossing them over her shoulders so that they pooled on his legs behind her. Another moan told her that he liked the feel of her hair on his skin. Then, he slid his hands up to cup her breasts, teasing the tips with his thumbs until she could feel her body growing tight from within.
‘Or you can marry me and we leave in the morning for Mackintosh lands.’
The words swirled around her in the echoing sounds of passion and made no sense to her. She was far into seeking her release and the pleasure she kenned that waited for her. When he slipped one hand into the folds of flesh between her legs and stroked her there, she felt everything begin to shudder and tremble. From deep inside to her skin, she tightened and then fell apart, moaning as she felt his seed spray against her womb.
Sorcha fell then and he caught her, easing her down on top of him so they lay chest to chest, his flesh still filling her. When she could breathe again, she lifted up and met his gaze. ‘I had no idea it could be done that way.’
‘Oh,’ he said against her hair. ‘I can think of many more ways it can be done.’ He stroked her back then, holding her close. He whispered several things to her she had never considered either before sighing. ‘If only you were not intent on that convent.’
She looked at him and let the laughter flow then. He was purposely misunderstanding her words in an attempt to tempt her into marriage with him. He continued to make suggestions, all of them carnal in nature and each one piqued her curiosity. Could a man and woman truly join in those positions and find pleasure?
He rolled then and now looked down on her. His flesh grew harder within her and he moved just enough to glide further within before he kissed her. Was this his attempt to tempt her even more? This time, though, it was his words that convinced her rather than his actions.
‘You should ken that I will find you, Sorcha. Wherever you go. I will find you and bring you back to me.’ He took hold of her hand and lifted it to his lips. ‘I love you. Hell, I even like you and so does my mother,’ he admitted. ‘She said you’d be perfect to keep me from all my bad habits.’ Then his eyes turned into that stormy mix and he kissed her hand again.
‘In all seriousness, love, will you marry me? I promise to let you read your books and help Arabella with her tasks. You can be learned or sew all your days. I will be more lenient with you and a better man than Micheil MacNeill ever was.’
It was nigh impossible to concentrate on this vital conversation when he was so deep within her body. When he covered her with his weight and strength and heat. But he clearly would not relent or finish until they did speak of it.
‘What of my father when he learns I am alive?’ She ignored his jest about her non-existent husband and worried over the real danger to their happiness. Her father was her biggest concern. Her father still controlled her life.
‘I think that is Brodie’s reason for suggesting we choose quickly. If you are legally wed by the time he learns of your survival and arrives to find you in Brodie’s protection, I think his demand for your return would fall on deaf ears. Brodie is high in the favour of both the king and the Church.’
‘He really does manipulate people, does he not?’
