Page 119 of Edge of Yesterday

He blinked, then his eyes narrowed. “Move, eh?”

She nodded.

“As ye wish.” He pulled back and gently thrust.

Julianna concentrated on the feeling of him inside her. It was very nice. He pulled back and thrust, again slowly, and again slowly, and again. A smacking sound interrupted and he froze.

“Get on with it, man,” a male voice slurred. “She isnae going to break.”

Another smack followed, and Cailean flinched. His mouth thinned and he muttered, “I’m sure that’s Lord Sutherland. I’ll find him tomorrow and—”

Another smack sounded and he drove into her. He began moving again, faster this time. Julianna arched her hips to meet his thrusts. He drew a sharp breath and pumped faster. She wrapped her legs around him and the cover lifted on the side nearest the onlookers. His weight came down heavily upon her for an instant and he yanked the blanket back in place, then levered himself up on his elbows. He lowered his head and kissed her. Butterflies skittered across the insides of her belly. Heaven help her, Walter never made her melt like this.

Cailean gently parted her lips with his tongue and slipped inside. He sparred with her and she became aware of his thick erection bumping into the back of her channel. Delicious sensations rippled through her. He broke their kiss and slid his mouth along her cheek and down her neck. She shivered when he sucked gently on the sensitive flesh where neck met shoulder. Julianna wrapped her arms around his back. He buried his face in her neck.

“Christ,” he muttered, and plunged deeper into her.

He stiffened and she realized he’d found his pleasure. Two more slow, gentle thrusts and he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.

He rolled off her and to his feet onto the floor, facing the crowd. “You’ve had your fun, now out with ye, you reprobates, before I kill every one of ye.”

The guests broke into good-natured laughter and slapped him on the back. A few of the ladies cast covert glances at his cock, which still stood tall and proud, but they left.

He slammed and barred the door shut behind the last of them and faced her. “I am sorry, Julianna.”

She frowned. “Why?”

He crossed to the bed and she had to force her gaze to stay on his face.

He sat on the mattress. “I havenae taken my pleasure before pleasing a woman since I was twenty years old.”

Julianna laughed. “I am no’ easily embarrassed, and am well-accustomed to the wedding night tradition, but I dinnae think that even I could have forgotten myself enough to climax.”

His brows rose. “But as a man, I could.”

She laughed again. “Ye had no choice. If ye didnae perform, they would never have left.”

He grimaced. “Thank God, then, I was able to do that much.” He regarded her. “Still, we are no’ finished.”

Warmth spread through her.

He rose and went to the table where a pitcher of water sat in a bowl. He poured water into the basin, then grabbed a cloth and returned to the bed. When he dipped the rag in the water and wrung it out, she began to suspect what he had in mind.

“Cailean, ye need not worry about me.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about ye, my lady.” He pulled the blanket back and began washing her thighs.

“Cailean, really.”

He paused and shifted his gaze to her face. “Ye did say you don’t embarrass easily.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Ye are trying to see if you can embarrass me.”

“Nae.” He went back to washing her thighs. “The guests may be gone, but my job isn’t done.”

A tremor rippled through her at the quiet determination in his voice.

He carefully slipped the cloth between her legs and parted the folds that covered her sex. The warm, wet rag soothed the slight chaffing. It had been two years since she’d lain with a man. Still, the sensation wasn’t unpleasant. Cailean’s touch closely resembled stroking and her sex tightened as the cloth brushed, then rubbed her. His gaze remained fixed on the apex between her legs. She’d never before had a man’s attention centered on her secret place. Her sex tightened with desire. Heaven help her, did he have any idea what he was doing to her?

Never mind what he was doing to her. His manhood began to stretch. Aye, he would do quite well. She started at the feel of his finger sliding along her channel. Julianna jerked her gaze onto his fingers. Heat flooded her cheeks. The man was watching as he was… Pleasure rippled through her. Good Lord, he was thrusting his finger inside her and it felt…wonderful.

A small moan escaped her. His eyes shifted onto her face and he lifted his brows, but his rhythm didn’t falter. She knew she should blush, but she didn’t want him to stop.

“Ye like that, lass?”

She could only nod.

“What about this?” He bent and she felt her eyes widen as his mouth closed over her sex.

“Holy Mother of God,” she breathed.

He laughed against her flesh—then flicked his tongue against her nub.

She’d heard other women talk of a man taking their private part into his mouth, but Walter had never done so with her. She’d wondered if it was as pleasant as they described. It was! She never wanted it to end. He flicked his tongue again and again and again—then he…he suckled her. Julianna felt as if she would explode. He slid his hands beneath her buttocks and pulled her tight against his mouth.

And she did explode with pleasure, as she’d never before experienced.