“Nay, I just wanted to…” Her mouth went dry, her eyes drifting down the line of his chest and then lower to the bulge in the front of his kilt.
Kaden’s eyebrow rose. “Aye?”
He was really going to make her say it, wasn’t he? Of course, he was. That was his thing, wasn’t it?
Cruel. That was what he was.
Her hands left his neck, traveling lower over his pecs and then further, even when he tried to pull away. When her hands reached his hips, he seemed to realize what she was trying to do. His hands stopped hers.
He bent to kiss her hands softly and shook his head. “Nay, I daenae wish for ye to?—”
“I want to. I just want to show ye…” she trailed off, not sure where she wanted to go with this. “I want to… feel.”
Kaden’s grip on her hands loosened, giving her permission to do what she wanted. Even if she had no idea what she was supposed to do or what she even wanted to do.
She touched him tentatively, and the sound that he made in response gave her the courage to try more. She gripped him through the thick fabric of his kilt, and even more than before, she had no idea how they were supposed to make a child together when she could barely wrap her hand around him.
Her mouth watered in anticipation. What would he taste like?
Her free hand moved under his kilt, lifting the fabric slowly. She exposed scarred, well-muscled thighs until she could see hismember. She wrapped her hand around him, finding the skin impossibly soft. Her eyes widened, and his head fell back with a groan.
“Just like that. Move yer hand slowly,” Kaden instructed, and she obeyed. “Hold me just a little bit harder.”
She complied, and when he took in a sharp breath and cursed, it made her chest swell with pride.
Her arousal flared as she heard him groan again, and when she lifted her gaze, the intense look he was giving her made her mouth dry. Would it be even better if they touched more? Could she make him feel the way he had made her feel in the past? Should she kiss him there?
She bent forward, resolved to try it, but Kaden’s fingers curled around her chin, stopping her.
“If ye do that, lass, I willnae last much longer, and I plan on doing a lot with ye before the sun rises,” he said gruffly.
He bent to kiss her again, his member slipping from her grasp as he coaxed her back on the bed.
Would it hurt to have him inside her? She wanted him so bad that she didn’t think she would care when the time came.
“I just want ye to have all the fun…”
Kaden smirked. “So, ye daenae think that what I do for ye is fun?” He dropped to one knee in front of her. His hand ran up her leg, under her skirt, to slowly pull down her stocking. “Did I tell ye how beautiful ye looked today?”
“Ye might have,” Emily answered with a grin of her own.
The room was growing warmer, her breath coming more quickly.
Did he have any idea how attractive he looked when he did that? The hunger in his eyes made her feel beautiful, far more than his words alone would have.
He pulled her legs up, and she fell back onto the bed with a giggle, which was quickly silenced as he kissed between her thighs.
It was like her mind emptied every time. She could have sworn that he feasted on her like it was the entire reason he had been placed on this earth, like he was a starving man and she was ambrosia.
She could get used to this.
She must have been lusting after him too hard throughout the evening, for her first climax crashed over her out of nowhere. He didn’t even use his fingers. She was utterly undone, and she couldn’t care less.
Her hands fisted into the bedding, her back arching as he slid two fingers inside her and curled them against the spot that made her see stars behind her eyelids. Her breath came in short gasps as she climaxed again and again.
He was truly trying to end her right here and then, wasn’t he? She couldn’t think of—well, she couldn’t think of anything other than his relentless attack on her sex.
She tried to crawl away from him, she tried to put distance between her and his tongue, but his grip on her thighs was unyielding, and he didn’t seem to be finished with her any time soon.
