“Ye deserve to be taught that yer actions have consequences.”
“This is not about punishment,” she protested. “This is about me taking my place.”
“Then stand still and take it.”
The words shook her in a way she did not expect.
The argument did not vanish. It sank lower, beneath the place where his thumb pressed on her pulse and his palm rested on her hip. Her body knew him now; that was the trouble. Thepaths he could draw with his hands. The way his voice could drop and scrape along her spine.
“Logan,” she breathed.
“Aye.”
“I—I do not think this is a good idea. I do not?—”
“Relax,” he said, before his mouth came down on hers, hard and demanding.
She made a noise in the back of her throat and leaned into him, hands coming up to his chest.
He pulled back and stared at her, the hunger in his eyes plain. “This is a punishment, remember?”
Then he kissed her again, this time slower and deeper. His tongue swept past her lips, and she tasted ale. As she started to melt into it, he pulled away again.
“Logan—”
“Shh. It’s nae the time to talk.”
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the bed. She stumbled after him.
“You cannot just?—”
“Oh, I can.” He pushed her down onto the bed. She landed on her back, her skirt raised high. “Ye want to redecorate me room. Move me things. Give orders to me men.”
He reached down without waiting for her response. He grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and shoved it above her thighs.
“I was only trying to help?—”
“Ye were trying to see what ye could get away with.” He hooked his fingers into her undergarments and pulled. The fabric tore, and a gasp escaped her lips. “I cannae have a disobedient wife going around without a scolding.”
“This is ridiculous?—”
“Is it?” He pushed her thighs apart with his hands. She tried to close them, but he held them open.
“If ye want me to stop, say it now.”
She didn’t say it.
“That’s what I thought.”
He knelt between her legs. She trembled slightly as he ran one hand up the inside of her thigh. Then he stopped just before he reached where she was already wet.
“Stay still.”
She obeyed, much to her surprise.
His finger brushed through the curls and found where she was slick. She jerked, and he pulled his hand away.Again.
“I said, stay still.”
