His engorged cock thrust and throbbed, searching for the opening it craved.
Her hips moved against his cock, brushing across the sensitive tip and tingled and pulsed all the way to the root.
He ached for her.
Ached.
Reade shifted her to the side so his hand could access her high, firm breasts, big enough to fill his hand perfectly and no more. She was the perfect fit for him in every way. He flicked his thumb across the nipple that poked against the thin material of her shift, and she moaned.
“Tell me ye want me,” he growled into her mouth.
Her writhing halted, and her lips closed against his.
Yet her hips moved, brushing over his cock again.
Reade shoved Blair away.
“Nay,” he panted. “No’ until ye want me. No’ until ye ask for me.”
He stood before her, his chest heaving as his hungry eyes roved over her body, clad in a damp chemise that clung to her like a second skin. His rigid shaft strained under his kilt, reaching for her of its own volition.
Blair didn’t move, her eyes stormy slits that trapped his attention. Her pouting lips parted slightly, and he tensed, waiting for her to speak the words and release him. A breath escaped her lips – that was all.
Reade curled his hands into fists, as if he might fight off her silence, but nothing. He broke her beguiling gaze and whirled around, certain she would call out to him before he reached the door. They were married, for the love of God! He should have taken her in every way a man can have a woman, and she should have opened herself to him, legs spread and begging for her release.
Instead, each meeting, each moment together, ended in silence and frustration.
A frustration he could no longer tolerate.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Reade wouldn’t takethose frustrations out on Blair — he couldn’t. That was not the man he was. Instead, he raced past the door and down the hall, his blood pounding in his head and in his groin. He needed some sort of release, and if he couldn’t use his staff to release with his wife, he’d use his broadsword to bring misery to his brother.
Not Conall. Nay, Conall was good, but he needed a real fight.
“Maddock!” Reade bellowed down the stair.
