“You are insufferable.”
“And ye’re avoiding the question.”
“Go to hell.”
He pushed his fingers back inside her, and she gasped as he worked them deep. “But I’m nae done with ye yet.”
He set a pace now, hard and fast. The pleasure spiked. She was right there?—
He stopped again, and a groan tore from her throat, echoing through the room.
“I am going tokillyou.”
“Please.”
He pulled his fingers out. They were wet and glistening. She watched with impatient interest as he trailed them up her body. Over her belly, between her breasts, up her throat.
He pressed them against her lips, and she trembled again. “Will ye disobey me again?”
She turned her head away.
He grabbed her chin and turned her head back to him. “Answer me.”
“No.”
“Nay what?”
“No, I will not.”
“Good.” He released her chin and grabbed both her wrists in one hand. Then he pinned them above her head and brought his wet fingers to her mouth again. “Open up.”
“Why should I?—”
He raised an eyebrow, and she opened her mouth without another word. A wicked smile crept on his face as he pushed his fingers past her lips.
His lips parted, a new kind of hunger darkening his eyes. Her tongue slid over his fingers as she licked them clean, one after the other. He made a low sound in the back of his throat, and his length strained against his kilt.
“Good,” he whispered and pulled his hand away.
He brought it back down between her legs, and she flinched when he touched her. She was already sensitive, but he did not stop. Two fingers pushed inside, rougher now, and his thumb worked hard.
It was too much. Too fast.
She tried to twist away, but he kept her wrists pinned with one hand and kept the other moving.
“Logan, I cannot. It is too?—”
“Aye, ye can.” He drove his fingers deeper. His breathing had grown ragged, and his hardness pressed against her thigh now.“This is yer reward for taking yer punishment like a good lass.”
She cried out as her walls clamped down on his fingers. She shook violently against him, but he held her in place, curling his fingers and gently rubbing his thumb over her bud.
When she finally relaxed, he slowly pulled his fingers out and released her wrists. She lay there gasping. When she could finally move, he helped her up and held her elbow until she found her balance.
“Thank you for the lesson,” she said, enunciating each word. “Next time you leave without telling me, I will have the ceiling painted yellow.”
His eyes narrowed, but his mouth curved. He knew exactly what she was doing.
“Go tend to yer animals, Emma,” he said. “I am certain the calf missed ye.”
