Page 126 of The Laird’s Wrong Wife

She took his other hand and tugged him up. The instant he was on his feet, she caught his face between her palms and kissed him.

Oscar’s mouth opened beneath hers with a rough sound. His arm closed around her waist, drawing her against the hard length of his body. The first stroke of his tongue sent heat straight to her core. She clutched his shirt and kissed him harder, tasting the month they had spent apart and every sleepless night that had followed.

Eventually, he broke away, his breath a little ragged. “Are ye certain?”

“I came home because I chose ye. I am choosin’ this too.” Ceana took his hand and led him out of the study.

She climbed the stairs at her own pace. Oscar matched every step, his jaw tight and his hands hanging at his sides. When her skirts brushed the next step, his fingers flexed. He still allowed her to reach the landing on her own.

Inside their chamber, Ceana turned toward the bed. “There,” she said. “It is only fair.”

She pushed him down and straddled his lap. His hands hovered near her waist until she placed them there.

She unbuttoned his shirt and spread her palms over the heated skin beneath it. His heart beat hard against her hand. She peppered kisses on his chest as he unfastened her gown, then raised her arms so he could pull it off her. Her shift followed, leaving her naked astride him.

Oscar’s eyes darkened as they slid over her swollen breasts and the slight swell of her belly before returning to her face.

“Ye look… breathtakin’,” he rasped, brushing two fingers over her belly.

He bent and kissed the curve once. Then his mouth trailed up her ribs before closing around her nipple. She arched into him as his tongue circled the sensitive peak. His hand cupped her other breast, kneading it until she pressed closer and threaded both hands through his hair.

“Oscar.”

He laid her down on the bed, making sure to slide a pillow beneath her head, then kneeled between her parted legs. His mouth moved down her stomach and up her inner thigh.

The first swipe of his tongue through her wet folds tore a cry from her. Ceana grabbed his shoulder as he opened her with his thumbs and found her bud. He circled it slowly, all while intently watching her face.

“More,” she begged. “Daenae make me wait again.”

Oscar slid one finger inside her as his tongue worked faster. The rhythmic strokes heightened her pleasure, causing her inner walls to tighten.

Ceana lifted her hips and held his head between her thighs. “There. Keep doin’ that.”

He obeyed.

His finger curled inside her, and the firm pressure of his mouth carried her over the edge. She cried out his name, gripping the headboard until the last tremor ebbed.

He kissed the inside of her thigh. She caught his shirt and pulled him over her. She kissed him once, tasting herself on his mouth, then pushed against his shoulder.

“On yer back.”

He turned over at once.

Ceana tugged off his breeches and straddled his hips. His erection stood thick against her belly. She wrapped her hand around him, guided the head to her entrance, and slowly lowered herself onto him.

Oscar’s breath left him in a groan. His hands hovered near her hips.

“Touch me.”

His palms settled there.

Ceana rocked her hips until he was fully seated inside her, then paused to relish the stretch.

She began to move. Each rise drew him nearly free before she sank onto him again, controlling the depth and rhythm. Oscar watched her breasts sway, then fixed his gaze on her face. When a deeper stroke made her gasp, fear tightened his expression.

“Look at me,” she soothed. “I am here, and I want ye.”

His eyes met hers.