“I said,” Euan repeated icily, “take your clothes off.” A tic was working in his cheek now.
“I heard you and I said no.” She crossed her arms defiantly over her breasts.
Apparently he didn’t care for that answer for the next thing Janet knew he was lifting up her skirt and removing her dress himself. She struggled, indignant now. “How dare you!” she sputtered as the dress went over her head and sailed towards the other side of the room.
“I am Euan Donald, Mac Dhonuill nan Eilean,” he said arrogantly. “I dare what I will.” His black gaze raked her body insolently. “Go lie on the bed.”
“Are you deaf?” she screeched. “I don’t wish to speak to you let alone have sex with you! You didn’t believe me when I told you the truth and I have nothing more to say to you!”
A vein in his neck began to pulse as his face stained red with anger. “Ye expect me tae believe ye were climbing up the wall tae see the beach!” he roared.
“Yes! I expect you to believe it!”
Euan growled like a trapped animal, the need to believe his wife warring with rational thought. He didn’t know what to think in that moment, just knew that he needed to be inside of her.“Get on the bed,”he bellowed.
Her chin lifted impossibly higher. “No!”
He slashed his hand through the air. “Now.”
Janet’s eyes widened at the unadulterated pain laced in that one word. It was that knowledge, and not the order itself, that sent her legs gliding toward the bed. Climbing up on top of it, she sat there on her knees and waited, uncertain as to how she could convince him she had been telling the truth out there on the wall. It was paramount that she convince him. She didn’t want him hurting inside.
“Why did ye run?” he asked as he took off his clothing and joined her on the raised bed. “Did ye really think I’d let ye go?” He ground that question out through a clenched jaw as he came down on his knees in front of her and took her breasts in his palms. “Ye should have known better,Seonaidh, leamsa.”Janet, mine.
She met his tortured look unflinchingly. “I did not run from you.”
His black gaze softened somewhat, but Janet could tell he wasn’t yet totally convinced. He was beginning to believe her, though, which gave her new hope.
And then Euan was massaging her nipples, rubbing them between his thumbs and forefingers and Janet found her lips parting on a breathy sigh under the sensate assault. “Ye have beautiful thick nipples,” he said gruffly as he plumped them. “I want them pokin’ straight up in the sky for me tae suckle of.”
Janet gasped as his lips closed around one diamond-hard nipple. He slurped it into his mouth, closing his eyes as if to savor it, rolling it around between his tongue and teeth. Liquid desire shot through her, dampening the flesh between her legs and elongating her nipples further. She ran her fingers through his hair and mashed his face into her chest. “Yes, Euan,” she breathed out. “Oh yes.”
He drew from her hard then, sucking on her nipples incessantly until she was panting for air and he was primal with the need to fill her up with his cock and his cum.
“Whether ye want me or no’,” Euan rasped out in a moment of unveiled vulnerability, as he pushed her down onto her back and settled himself between her thighs, “I will always want ye. I will always need ye.”
Janet’s eyes closed briefly, saddened as she was by the pain in his voice. Her eyes opened and clashed with his. “I love you, Euan. I swear to you,” she promised softly, “that as ludicrous as my explanation might have sounded back there at the wall, it was the complete and total truth.” She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I will never run from you. I love you.”
He lay poised above her, his eyes searching hers frantically for the truth, hoping against hope that he could believe what he’d been told.
“Tha gaol agam ort, a Euan.”I love you, Euan.
He impaled her in one long stroke, inducing Janet to gasp as he filled her. “I love ye tae,” he rasped out, his teeth gritting at the exquisite feel of her tight flesh enveloping him, sucking him in.
Janet clutched his buttocks in her hands and stroked them soothingly. “Do you believe me then?” she whispered. “Please tell me you do. Even if it’s a lie. I couldn’t bear it if I thought you believed Stuart.”
Euan kissed her lips gently, sipping at them. “I believe ye, my love. And that’s no’ a lie.”
Janet had no time to respond to that pronouncement, for within the next breath her legs had been thrown over his shoulders and Euan was drawing himself up to his knees. His callused fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, he held her steady and impaled her to the hilt.
“Oh yes.”
“Mmm,” he said thickly as he began to rock in and out of her cunt in long, deep strokes, “ye feel so good tae me.” He thrust harder and deeper, his strokes becoming faster and more penetrating.
“Oh God.”
The sound of her vagina sucking up Euan’s steely flesh was as much of a turn-on to Janet as her husband’s primal pumping. She bore down on his cock, meeting his thrusts, loving the deep mounting he gave to her when her legs were splayed wide over his shoulders.“Faster.”
Euan’s jaw clenched tightly, his muscles cording and tensing, the veins on his neck and arms bulging. Grabbing her thighs, he pounded into her slick flesh.
