He took a step closer. By God, she was stunning in his family colours. The purple gown had been made for his sister upon her betrothal to her husband. The fit and cut suited Annabella’s curves perfectly. Angus’s hands itched to slide the garment from her shoulders and taste her flesh again.
“Our deal is sound. Are you certain that is the only reason you wanted to come to my private chambers?”
He could not stop himself from reaching around her waist and pulling her closer. “Tell me what you want, Annabella,” he whispered.
“I want you, Angus. But we cannot. I must go, but part of me does not want to.”
He was as torn as she. This—whatever it was—between them was something he had never felt before. Like they were tied together with the same piece of rope, and if one pulled too hard the other felt it.
Angus brushed his lips across hers and marvelled when her lips parted without bidding. She slid her hands up behind his neck and pressed her lips against his. It was his undoing. He swiftly picked her up and brought her over to his bed. It would take every ounce of strength he had to not take her, but by God he intended to pleasure her. After she was back with her cousin, it was doubtful he would ever see her again. He would have this night with her and imprint it on his brain for all time.
Annabella pulled his mouth toward hers and kissed him hard. The woman was a wildcat, and he was hard as a rock before they had even begun. Angus lay by her side and slid his knee between her legs until his thigh pressed against her womanhood. He stroked the hair from her face and leaned in to kiss her lips again.
Pulling him closer, she rocked her hips against his leg as he claimed her mouth.
Oh God, he would soon burst if he did not take her, but he could not—would not, unless she asked him to. If she wanted him, there was no force on earth that could stop him.
Angus slid his tongue into her mouth and coaxed hers to play. Her breathing was ragged as he slid the gown from her shoulder and caressed her silky skin. He broke the kiss only when her breast was exposed and he could suck hard on her nipple.
Annabella clutched his shoulders and rocked harder against his leg. Her breasts were heavy and perfect, and he wanted to see both of them, all of her, at the same time.
“You are beautiful, Annabella,” he whispered. “I want to see all of you. I want all of you.”
His words fuelled her, and she rocked even harder against him. “Please, Angus. Please touch me like you did before.”
He needed no further encouragement. Angus undid the ties of her gown, shimmied it down over her body, and tossed it aside. Next was her shift and stockings. As he gathered the material at her hips and slid it up her body, Angus spread her legs wide and plunged his tongue into her quivering, hot, flesh. She tasted sweeter than honey. His erection raged as she moaned deep in her throat. He fought for control to not take her. As much as he ached, he would resist.
“Oh! Angus, please.”
He slipped her shift over her head and kissed her deeply. She held onto his shoulders with a fierce grip and raised her hips up to meet his body. Oh God, if she kept doing that he would be lost.
Angus broke the kiss and sat back to watch her while he removed her stockings. Her hair was splayed out behind her and her skin was flushed. She was a creature made for pleasure, and he longed to give it to her.
Her gaze slid down his body until it rested on his erection. The intensity made his cock jerk, and her eyes shot back up to his. She appeared embarrassed, and he was glad now that he had not removed any of his clothing.
“You are too big for me,” she said.
Angus was not sure for the moment he had heard correctly. Was she saying she wanted him?
He lay beside her again and stared into her eyes. “We do not have to do this in order for me to pleasure you, Annabella.”
“But what about you? How will I pleasure you if you do not take me?”
Angus brushed his lips across hers and smiled. “There are many ways we may pleasure one another without you losing your maidenhead.”
She appeared to ponder it for a moment, and then she smiled back. “I would like that, Angus. Very much.”
Angus needed no further encouragement. He quickly removed his belt and tunic and lay beside her again. He stroked her flesh to encourage her excitement once more. He was thrilled when she used her foot to draw his leg between hers again and resume her earlier position. Angus squeezed her nipple at the same time that she rocked into his leg and shuddered. Oh aye, he would have her moaning his name like he dreamed very soon. Perhaps more than once.
After rocking a little more, Annabella’s movements became less rhythmic. Angus wanted to watch her face as her orgasm overtook her, and so he rolled over on top of her and leaned back to gaze down upon her. He spread her legs wide with his knee and reached down to stroke her folds and the tiny bud at her apex. He slipped two fingers inside her quickly, and her body bucked off the bed. He stroked slowly at first and then increased his rhythm until she shut her eyes tight and tossed her head back; only then did he press his thumb down hard on her bud and rub in circles.
Annabella’s body quaked in her orgasm. She ground her teeth and shook while the waves washed over her. “Oh, Angus,” she repeated a few times; at some points he wasn’t sure what she said.
After her body calmed, she turned toward him and kissed him gently. “Thank you.” Then after a few moments she asked, “Will you teach me how I may pleasure you?”
It was a little late for that now. While she was climaxing, Angus had reached down and stroked twice to release his own tension. He had not wanted anything to take away from her pleasure, and there was no way he could have lasted with her hands on him.
“Hush now and sleep. I am a happy and very pleased man. We have an early rise tomorrow. Will you stay with me tonight?”
