“Nae really.” Shaking her head, she sat back in her chair and wrung her hands in her lap. “Just tired, I guess.”
“I doubt that’s all it is.” Alexander stood up and stepped around the small table to kneel beside her. “Are ye nervous?”
“I feel like I’m bein’ ridiculous. I ken the responsibilities of a wife.” Her eyes pleaded with him for patience. “I’m just nae sure how to go about this. How to even… ye ken.”
Taking her hand, he stood up and pulled her to the bed, wrapping his arms around her and lying down beside her.
“Well, lucky for ye, I’m a good teacher.” He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, before tossing it onto the floor and lying backdown. “Just touch me anywhere ye’re curious about. I’ll even close me eyes so ye dinnae feel like I’m starin’ at ye.”
He settled into the blanket with his arms over his head and his eyes closed. Helena gawked at his muscular chest for a long moment before hesitantly touching her fingers to his breastbone. She withdrew her hand when he shuddered, mistaking his pleasure for discomfort.
“Did I hurt ye?” she asked.
Alexander responded with a laugh. He blinked his eyes open, realizing that he wasn’t helping her uncertainty. He cleared his throat and sat up, cupping her face in his hand and holding himself up with the other.
“Nay, lass, ye didnae hurt me. Do ye trust me?” he asked sincerely.
“Aye,” she said hesitantly, giving him a suspicious look.
“Good.”
Wrapping his hand around to the nape of her neck, he pulled her lips to his harshly, taking them in a kiss that left them both breathless. Leaning in, he encouraged her to lie back down, then he bent over her, careful not to smother her with his weight.
He ran his fingers down her neck to the top of her breasts, where they peeked from beneath her neckline. Her body respondedto his touch, her back arching, her fingers curling into the bedsheets.
“Spread yer legs,” he ordered, his hand slipping down to the hem of her nightgown and lifting it to her hips.
She complied slowly, shivering when his fingers brushed against her inner thighs.
“Dinnae worry, I just want to make ye feel good.”
She simply nodded as his fingers slid over her skin and began to roughly stroke and tease her pulsing sex. She let out a cry, biting her lip as her hips moved against his fingers.
“Good lass… enjoy it…”
“A-Alexander… p-please… I cannae…”
“Feels good?” he breathed against a nipple before nibbling on it.
“S-Stop!”
He paused, pulling back to look into her eyes. “I will stop. Do ye nae want me to pleasure ye?”
“I’m nae ready,” she panted, closing her legs. “I’m nae… I dinnae understand this feelin’.”
“We can stop, Helena.”
“I want ye to touch me. I want more,” she admitted frantically, surprising even herself. “I just…”
“I will touch ye,” he promised, his fingers sliding up her thigh again. “And ye will feel pleasure. That is what I want ye to feel.”
“Aye,” she whispered as his fingers moved to her mound.
She moaned into his shoulder when he resumed stroking her, the sensations bursting in her belly and behind her eyes as she rocked against his fingers.
“Alexander,” she whispered.
His relentless fingers found the very sensitive spot that made all sensation explode within her. The fire spread through her, and she cried out in ecstasy, capturing his lips as she rode her climax.
