Instead of responding with his words, Hugh closed the minimal distance between them. His mouth pressed against hers, firm and warm. She allowed herself to be pulled in closer, reveling in the warm push and tug of his attention.
The hands that rested on her thighs continued bringing her dress up. It wasn't until her knees were exposed to the chill around them that he broke the contact. Without saying anything, he urged her to the front of the chair, exposing the wetness between her legs to him.
As he dragged his fingertips up her inner thighs, he said, "Ye're the most bonnie lass I've ever seen, Anna."
The way he said her name made the muscles in her belly clench. Every part of her body was crying out forsomethingfrom him. If she had the words to ask, she would. She'd be begging, she was sure of it.
It's not my confidence holding me back right now. It's my lack of knowledge.
"Down here," he continued, running the tip of his forefinger through her folds. Her body offered no resistance, her legs falling open completely for him. "Ye're perfect here."
"Hugh," she whimpered as her hips twitched upward in search of more. "Hugh."
"I ken," he said, kissing his way along the silky smooth, untouched skin, getting closer and closer to her center. "I'll give ye what ye need."
True to his word, his fingers continued to work at her most private places. His mouth left searing kisses, igniting parts of her that she barely knew existed. It felt as though her body was getting wetter, asking him for more without needing to speak.
When he finally removed his hand from where it was nestled, Anna had to fight to keep from crying out in protest. Hugh didn't make her wait long, though. Several seconds later, she was treated to the burning pleasure of his tongue teasing her entrance.
As he licked her, his palms found the round curve of her breasts. He squeezed, the flesh overflowing from his hand. The realization seemed only to urge him on, a low growl emitting from his throat. Vibrations surged up through her core and bounced in her limbs.
Anna's world narrowed down to where Hugh's tongue met her body. He teased, slow and indulgent swipes of his tongue as he tasted her. The tip poked inside, his warm breath fanning against her skin, a sharp contrast to the cool air surrounding them.
Slowly, he worked one breast from the top of her gown. His fingers, just as deft as she had imagined they'd be, found the peak. Strong fingertips closed around her pebbled nipple. He squeezed, the pressure so intense that it made her head swim.
Ecstasy seemed to unfurl within her, along with a sharp pain that only made the delight better. The muscles of her abdomen jumped, clenching and unclenching without her conscious permission. Her thighs threatened to clamp around his head, though she couldn't tell if she wanted him to keep going, to get closer, or stop because she was on the precipice of something she couldn't name.
She let out a moan, breathy and needy, so loud someone surely could have heard. If she weren't floating on a cloud, held up by nothing but Hugh's devotion, she may have been embarrassed. Currently, her mind seemed only able to process the pleasure that she was being given.
"That's it," Hugh growled, not pulling away from her dripping core. "Let me hear ye. Let me show ye how bonnie ye are."
Another whimper escaped Anna's lips as her hands tightened on his muscular shoulders. His mouth moved in a steady, relentless rhythm against her. She didn't need to say how close she wasto shattering; Hugh already knew. His focus was absolute, every movement calculated to drive her right to the edge.
With expert precision, he slipped two fingers into her entrance as he moved his mouth up higher. All of a sudden, something inside of her snapped and overflowed. Her hands tightened as his fingers curled upward. His tongue worked over the bundle of nerves that was driving her crazy, pushing her toward release.
"Hugh," she gasped, nearly choking as a sensation unlike any other took control of her body.
It was as if she were no longer in control of her limbs. All she could do was hold onto him, moaning as wave after wave of her climax swept through her body. Vaguely, she was aware of the noises she was making, but she didn't know how to stop them. She didn'twantto stop them.
She wanted Hugh to hear.
Hugh kept up his ministrations, not stopping until the stimulation nearly tipped over from pleasure to pain. Just as she was about to push him away, he pulled back, his lips shining with proof of his devotion. The sight was nearly enough to make her heart stop.
"Do ye understand now?" he asked, standing up and cupping her face, forcing her to look at him. "There is nay one that I want more than I want ye."
"Yes," Anna said, her eyes falling closed as she leaned into the gentle touch. "I understand."
"Good lass," he growled as he connected their lips once more.
This kiss felt filthy, though she found she enjoyed it more than the two they'd shared before. He moved as though he wanted to devour her, to take everything she had to give. And, at that moment, she was sure that she'd let him have anything he asked for.
When the two pulled apart, her eyes drifted to Hugh's waist, between his legs. His arousal was obvious, though he was doing nothing to draw attention to it, almost as if he were making her the sole focus. Her hand twitched, overcome with the desire to reciprocate, to make him feel as good as he made her feel.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, someone rapped on the door with their knuckles. The sound was gentle and polite, but it still frightened Anna, making her jump back as she covered herself with her skirt once more. Hugh moved smoothly, stepping away as he repositioned his body.
"Ye may enter," he barked at the door, clearly just as frustrated at the intrusion as Anna.
"Apologies, me Laird," said a servant as he entered, carefully keeping from looking at Anna. "Callum said ye needed yer table cleared off. He said ye had a meetin' soon."
