This time, she blushed, because she knew what she wanted do with what she was holding in her hand. Her mind and then herbody, turned to flame. This man was making her be wicked, and it seemed to be everything she had ever wanted.
She kept moving her hand, pleasuring him slowly, feeling him tighten and throb in hand. Then, she stopped, adjusting it between her legs. He didn’t rush. Neither did she.
She could feel the tip of his manhood press against her warm heat.
“Take me,” she managed to whisper, and the moment she did so, he pushed into her, claiming her with one, long thrust.
Her mind exploded with the sensation of pleasure, as his lips crashed over hers. He wanted to claim every inch of her body and she let him. Their breaths merged as he demanded more and more of her, and she gave all of herself to him, because she was already his.
Just as she expected, a sudden tidal wave of pleasure washed over her, surging through her entire body. He thrust one more time, tightening right after her. He groaned against her lips, and a moment later, they were still breathing heavily but still not letting go of each other.
His fingers brushed her temple, tentative, as he adjusted a wayward curl that had escaped its pins.
“There,” he murmured. “Ye look… presentable again.”
Davina laughed. “That,” she said, tipping her head deliberately so the curl escaped once more, “is a very generous assessment, seeing that me skirt is still around me waist.”
He looked down, then lowered it hastily, not even trying to hide his smirk. “I am kent fer me generosity.”
“Among yer tenants, perhaps,” she replied. “As yer wife, I should hope fer honesty.”
He studied her and that smirk was still there. “Very well. Ye look thoroughly undone.”
“As dae ye,” she said, glancing pointedly at his disordered collar.
Baird glanced down, then huffed a quiet laugh. “I will recover.”
“Oh, I dinnae doubt it,” Davina said. “Ye seem remarkably resilient, me laird.”
“Me name,” he reminded her mildly. “When ye wish tae scold me, when ye tease me, when ye mean tae distract me entirely.”
Her pulse fluttered traitorously. “Baird,” she said, careful to keep her tone light, “if ye continue looking at me so, I shall begin tae suspect ye have forgotten entirely why we were discussing shipments.”
“I have nae forgotten,” he said. “I merely… reconsidered me priorities.”
She smiled. “And where dae I rank among crates of wool and barrels of salt?”
He did not answer at once. Instead, he lifted her hand, turning it palm-up as though examining something precious and newly discovered.
“Higher,” he said simply. “Considerably.”
Davina swallowed. “Ye speak as though ye are surprised yerself.”
“I am,” he admitted. “Ye often surprise me.”
She leaned her shoulder lightly against his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath. “I once thought ye married me because ye had nay choice.”
“I once thought the same,” he said.
She looked up. “And now?”
“Now,” he replied, brushing his thumb across her knuckles, “I wonder how I ever believed I could be content without ye.”
Her breath caught. “That,” she said after a moment, “was dangerously close tae a compliment.”
He smiled fully then, unguarded and boyish in a way that made her chest ache. “Good. I should hate tae grow predictable.”
She reached up and straightened his collar with exaggerated care. “Dinnae worry. I doubt that danger threatens us.”
