The way the breeches buttoned under his knee, the high boots accentuating his calves, the arse… oh the arse.
I was down to my chemise and the maid left and Magnus came over carrying a whisky glass.
I said, “I was admiring your breeches, Master Magnus, and now look, I’m in a chemise. There is nothing hot about this, am I right? Just a giant sack.”
“Aye, twould be far better if ye were nude.” He pushed the shoulders down and the whole thing dropped to the rug, leaving me standing in just a small pair of panties.
“Better?”
“Aye.” He raised his glass. “Tell me if ye’re cold, but I could use the view.”
He loosened his collar.
I said, “What should I do, clearly you look hungry, but you don’t want me to get in bed?”
He looked at me in the dim candlelight. “Nae, but ye could go tae the hearth, tis my turn tae watch ye.”
I grinned. “Okay, cool. I am not going to argue with my husband wanting to see the mother of his many bairns naked, this seems like a win for me, but please don’t compare me to the woman you married a thousand years ago.”
“I winna,” He finished his whisky in a gulp and poured another. “I can keep more than one image of ye in m’mind.”
I chuckled. “Good,” I walked to the hearth and knelt and used the iron poker to push the log into the flame.
He sank onto the settee and was watching, intently.
I stood. “Did I look pretty and did I do that right?”
He chuckled and took another sip. “Ye look verra bonny and ye dinna do it right, now the flame is too high, we are goin’ tae be hot.”
“You are in a mood.”
I walked toward him.
“Aye, Madame Campbell, I am in a mood. I need ye tae sit down here and give me a kiss and help it turn.”
I kneeled onto the settee and straddled his lap, and settled down really slowly. “You like it, Master Magnus?”
“Aye.” His eyes darkened, fixed on my mouth.
I put an elbow on each of his shoulders and reached around his head to loosen the black ribbon from his hair. Then I combed my fingers through the strands, brushing his hair back and letting the longer curls fall loose.
He moaned.
“Feel good?”
He nodded, then looked directly into my eyes, wanting me,hard.
I tilted my head back, offering my throat and he leaned forward to kiss the side of my neck, the heat of his breath tickling my skin.
His palm slid up my thigh, rough calluses grazing my skin. He watched my face closely as I pulled the front of his linen shirt open. Firelight caught the planes of his chest. I kissed his neck, and drew my tongue along the edge of his collarbone, and then took in the scars I knew by heart. My fingers trailed along his shoulders, feeling the high ridges there. I felt the steady thud of his heart accelerate under my touch.
Magnus gripped my hip, pulling me closer. The wool of his breeches rasped against my bare thighs. I rocked forward and he groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrated through me. Everything vibrated through me, electric.
Our mouths met — slow at first, then deeper, our tongues sliding together as I slowly pressed my hips against him.
He grasped my hip and pushed and pulled me against him. We built a sexy rhythm, but it was heat building, he was still wearing those breeches that I now thought I might hate.
I muttered, my breath against his ear —off.
