“You are making it rather difficult.”
His mouth twitched. “Good.”
He touched her again and circled the sensitive spot with one finger. The pressure built in her belly, and she bit her lip.
“I want to hear ye,” he said.
“No.”
“Nay?” He pushed one finger into her, and she gasped. “That didnae sound like nay.”
He pulled out and pushed in again with two fingers. Soon, he set a rhythm that had her hips bucking.
“Tell me something. Emma,” he purred. “Did ye get wet when ye were ordering me men around? Thinking about what I’d do when I found out?”
“I was not thinking about you at all.”
He curled his fingers inside her. “Liar.”
She gripped the sheets, her breath escaping her before she could catch it. It took only a few more strokes before the pleasure climbed to its peak. She was already close. He must have felt it because he stopped and withdrew his hand.
“No—”
“Nae yet.” He leaned down, his warm breath brushing her thigh. “Ye daenae get to finish until I say so.”
Emma opened her mouth to protest, but then his mouth was on her. The words died in her throat as his tongue traced where his fingers had been. She grabbed at his hair, almost as an anchor. He didn’t push her away. He just kept circling, fingers pushing back inside.
The pressure built higher and tighter. This was it. She was going to break. She was going to?—
He stopped again.
“Damn you!”
He laughed against her. “There she is.”
“I hate you.”
“Nay, ye daenae.” He pushed three fingers inside now, stretching her open. His thumb found that sensitive spot again and rubbed slow circles around it. “Are ye going to behave?”
“No.”
He pulled his hand away, causing a frustrated noise to escape her lips.“Wrong answer.”
“Fine. Yes, I will behave.”
“Say itproperly.”
“I will behave. I will do whatever you want, just please?—”
“Please what?”
She glared at him. “You know what.”
“Use yer words,wife.” He traced one finger through the wetness between her legs. Not enough pressure. “Ye cannae mumble.”
“Please let me finish.”
“Finish what?”
