Before Lady Rignach could reply, Margaret put her hand on his arm reassuringly. “Everything is fine.” She did not need him to rescue her, although she appreciated the effort. “I was just going to ask your mother if she would like to go with me and Eachann to Oban on Monday. I should like him to meet the nuns at the convent.”
“I could take you,” Eoin said, perhaps anticipating his mother’s objection.
But Lady Rignach was not about to object; she jumped at the opportunity to be with her grandson. “I should be honored to accompany you.”
Margaret nodded. They had a long way to go, but it was a start.
She turned to her husband and felt her heart squeeze with longing. A start. Right now that was all she could ask for.
24
MARGARET MOANED,twisting in her sleep. Her body felt so heavy, so languid. She gasped, arching, at a delicious flicker of sensation between her legs. The long slow circle, a gentle thrust, and stroking of a...
Her eyes popped open. A tongue!
Soft rays of sunlight spilled through the slits of the shudders, enabling her to just make out the dark-blond head of the man who’d roused her from her slumber.
Not that she was complaining, especially when he...
She moaned again as his tongue thrust deep inside her. So deep she could feel the intimate scrape of his jaw against her. And then he was licking her again, nuzzling tenderly—hungrily.
It felt so good...
Her body started to tremble. Her nipples strained taut beneath the sheets—he’d stripped her bare last night—as her back arched and her hips lifted shamelessly to his intimate kiss. Hot swirls of pleasure raced through her. She could feel the sensations building... intensifying.
“Oh God, I’m going to...”
She didn’t realize she’d cried out until he lifted his head. “Privacy, remember?”
He wouldn’t dare stop. “Eoin!” She looked down at him with murder in her eyes. Although it was too dark for him to see her expression, he must have guessed from her tone and started to chuckle.
“We don’t want to wake Eachann.”
“He will sleep through anything.”
“I hope you’re right because I’m going to make you scream.”
He did. Cupping her bottom, he lifted her to his mouth and ravished her. Those long, wicked strokes...
He kissed her harder, sucking and licking until she thought she’d go mad with the pleasure.
And when he brought her to the very peak, he held her there, forcing the spasms deeper, slower, harder. She felt the release rock through her, and then explode in a shattering wave.
She put the pillow Eoin gave her to muffle her cries to good use. And when she was done, she handed it to him.
He was going to need it.
Eoin didn’t realize what she was doing right away. It wasn’t exactly what a man expected from his wife.
When she’d handed him the pillow and taken him in her hand, he’d been amused. Their games in the forest after they were married were a long time ago. A hand—even her hand—bringing him pleasure wasn’t going to make him lose control enough to shout.
But his smile fell as the lips peppering kisses over his mouth and jaw started to trail down his chest and stomach.
They didn’t stop.
What was she doing?
He stiffened, feeling something almost like alarm. The hand that was gripping him had stopped pumping and his cock was pounding.
