Page 33 of The Lyon’s Lass

“No. He didn’t have a chance. Thanks to you.” She reached up and kissed him. She wasn’t sure why seeing him defend her with violence, made her blood flow hot through her body, but she couldn’t stop herself from showing him how thankful she was. “I should like to go to your room.”

“Oh.” He stumbled back, then swooped her up into his arms and rushed from the room. He pulled away so she guessed he could manage the stairs, but she used the time to kiss his neck and bite along his ear causing him to moan. “Almost there.”

Inside his room he used his foot to kick the door shut and then unceremoniously dropped her on the bed before he stood back and tugged his shirt over his head. She frantically pulled at her gown from the back, but it was no use, someone would have to free her laces so she could get out of it.

“No time,” he said breathlessly and tossed her skirts up, pulling down her drawers. She felt the air on her body where she was wet for him. With her dress up like it was, she lost sight of him. But then she felt him touch her there with his tongue and she didn’t give another thought of the dress.

Iain wasn’t sure what had caused their frantic state, but he couldn’t be bothered at the moment. Not when his wife was quivering and had her fingers clenched tightly in his hair. She was on the brink of her pleasure, and his only reason for life was to get her there.

He licked and sucked her wildly and a few seconds later, she shouted and he felt her slicken with desire. As she caught her breath, he took the moment to dispense with his boots and clothing. Then deciding he needed to see her body, he sat her up enough that he could make haste with her laces.

She laughed at his curses when all the clothing she was wearing got in the way.

“’Tis not funny. I will happily take my knife to this gown and just replace it later.”

That only made her smile as she assisted in getting naked.

He didn’t know how he was in such a state when he’d just been with her the night before. Usually after he’d had release he was sated for some time. But being with Maisy seemed to make his blood even more heated. Sated was not a word he would have used to describe himself.

She was seated on the edge of the bed while he stood above her to remove the gown over her head. He wasn’t prepared when her hand enclosed his cock and began stroking him.

Her fingers were sure and steady, and while he wanted her to stop so he could proceed with what he wanted most, this felt too good to stop.

If he’d been surprised by her touch, he was completely shocked when she leaned forward and took him in her mouth like a seasoned mistress.

“Good God,” he mumbled, moving closer so she didn’t have to lean so far. “Maisy.”

“Am I doing it correctly? Caro says this act gets her anything she wants from her husband.”

“Your friend can have anything she wants from me as well, in thanks for teaching you this.”

Maisy laughed. She may not have been an experienced seductress, but that laugh had his bollocks tightening. What was it about this woman, who was lovely if not understated, but had him completely enthralled?

As if another person inhabited his mind beside him, a voice that could only be his own, answered the question.

“You are mine.”

When she moaned with her lips around him, the vibrations teased him to the point of no return. He did his best to warn her, but she only redoubled her efforts until he gave in and spent himself into her throat.

He’d never been so shaken in his life. Even being aboard ship during a storm had not had such an effect.

He slumped into bed next to her and pulled her tightly against him.

“Your hair is fire where the sun touches it,” he muttered aloud a few moments later. He’d caught his breath but his mind was still a bit muddled.

“I don’t know why I became so desperate after such a frightening ordeal,” she said quietly. He turned his head to look at her. She was thoroughly ravished. Her hair was a mess. Her gown was wrinkled and twisted on the bed where he’d tugged it mostly off so he could get to all his favorite places.

“It could be that being faced with one’s mortality makes them grasp for things that assure them they are still gratefully alive.” He’d felt that way a few times after harrowing storms at sea. When he wasn’t certain he would make it through alive. He grinned at her. “But I should like to think it is because you were so impressed with how viciously I protected you. A female’s primal need to breed with only the strongest, virile stock.”

She laughed and then rolled closer to kiss him.

“I think that might be it. You were quite virile indeed.”

“Perhaps I should show you again so you can be sure.”

He rolled over her and thought for a moment about how perfect this moment was. With both of them a mess in the middle of the day, laughing while having sex. He didn’t think he’d ever laughed during sex. He found he liked it very much.

Perhaps, too much.