He swooped down on her exposed neck then, where his lips found a sensitive spot just below her ear.A place that stirred her senses.Made her head hum.And drove her to madness.
When he slipped his fingers between her wet nether lips, she pressed hard against his hand, stretching, yearning, aching for more.
He whispered in her ear, “Do you like this?”
She shivered, moaned softly, and nodded.
He moved his fingers over her then, stroking and circling her swollen flesh.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered.“So wet.So beautiful.”
She should thank him.The laird’s daughter was always gracious with compliments.But she couldn’t center her thoughts.She could barely stand.
Instead, she clung more tightly to him.Squeezed her eyes shut as the lovely sensation betwixt her thighs grew more pronounced.More focused.More inevitable.
“Shall I go on?”he murmured, slowing his pace as her tension increased.
“Aye,” she breathed.
“Are you sure?”he asked, stopping his movement.
“Aye,” she insisted, on the edge of frustration.“Damn ye.”The ache was unbearable.She tried to grind against his palm.
With a throaty chuckle, he resumed his motions.
Already primed, she burst rapidly into flame.She burned high and hot as she arched toward him, shuddering with sweet deliverance.
Afterwards, her knees turned to custard, and she collapsed against him to catch her breath.
“Och God, Carenza,” he murmured.“You’re magnificent.”
She smiled weakly.But if he thought she was magnificent now…
She could still feel his iron-hard staff against her belly.She wondered… Could she give him the same kind of pleasure he’d given her?
While she rested her head on his chest, she perused the physician’s shelves beside them.There was a row of oils—rosemary, lavender, hyssop, mint—with various medicinal uses.She’d once overheard two maids talk of pleasuring men with their hands and what kind of oil was best for the purpose.
Turning her attention back to him, she unfastened the leather belt at his hips and let it drop to the floor.Then she turned to force him back against the door and began gathering up his leine.
He paused her arm once to warn her, “This may be dangerous.”
She gave him a one-sided smile.“Only if I do it right.”
She pushed his leine up as far as she could and took a moment to worship his formidable chest with her lips.
“Hold this?”she asked.
He crossed his arms over his chest, holding the leine in place while she untied his trews and braies.His eyes closed, and his brow creased as she carefully slipped the garments down, allowing his rigid member to spring free.
She sighed in awe.Then she plucked the almond oil from the physician’s shelves.Uncorking the vial, she poured a small amount into her palm.She wrapped her fingers around him as tenderly as she could.But he still quivered and sucked in a sharp breath when she spread the oil over his velvet-soft skin.
“Does that hurt?”
The last thing she expected was a weak chuckle of amusement.
“Och nay, lass.It doesn’t hurt.Not e’en a wee bit.”
Her confidence restored, she began moving her hand experimentally over his warm, firm flesh.He pulsed within her hand as she slowly drew up and down his length.
