Page 26 of Scot of Seduction

“Me name only, Cat. Ye want tae make a sound, that’s what ye say.”

A pleasant mewling escaped her lips. It made him rock hard.

He teased her first, his fingers running up the centers of her thighs, coming close to her heated core, but not quite touching her. She grew impatient, as only Cat could, her back repeatedly arching and then falling concave again. He bent down, kissing her across her rear and the part of her lower back he could reach.

“Tad!”

“Beg me,” he said playfully against her skin.

“Ye ken I would beg ye fer nothing.” Her fiery words were his undoing. Only his Cat would argue with him even now, and oh God, he loved it.

“Maybe someday ye’ll see there’s some fun in begging,” he whispered, kissing her skin with open mouthed nips as his fingers slid home.

“Oh!” Her sudden sound of pleasure made him think he could release there and then in his trews. It was a shock. He raised himself higher, keeping one hand on her lower back so he could rock her gently onto his fingers as he began to move. She was so wet for him, so ready, her head writhing back and forth with pleasure that he had never known anything like that feeling.

All the women he’d ever had couldn’t match the sight of Catreena so completely unbidden at his touch.

He pushed her further, daring to reach deeper with his fingers and rock her that bit harder and faster on his hand. Her moans grew faster and just that touch louder. He bent over her, kissing up to her shoulder.

“Me name, Cat,” he whispered against her skin.

“Tad!” she cried gaspingly.

He needed to see her now. He had to see her face.

He released her center, then took hold of her hip and with one smooth motion he flipped her onto her back on the bed. Her pinkened cheeks and bright blue eyes were looking up at him. He would have loved to have stripped her down to nothing, to see that blush across her whole skin, but he feared they’d be discovered at any moment. Maybe one of the guards would hear her moan. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could before that happened.

“Dinnae take yer eyes off me,” he ordered her.

“Ye like telling me what tae dae,” she said with that same defiance he had always known in her.

“In this room, ye might like me being in charge.” He bent down, tucking her knee over his shoulder. He loved the sight of her widened eyes, clearly not ready for what he was about to do.

He had already seen she was not a fan of gentle. She had much preferred it when he moved faster with his fingers, so he claimed her with his tongue with fierceness. Her sudden mewling gasps made his gut tight, his length hard, itching to be released. He worked her with his tongue in a way he knew she would love, sometimes devoting his whole attention to that most sensitive part of her just outside of her, other times, he slid his tongue inside of her, mirroring what his fingers had been doing seconds ago.

She moved so much that one of his hands had to grab hold of her hip and keep her down on the bed, so he had full control of her. He couldn’t believe she was letting him do this, that Catreena of all people wanted him to do this, had secretly wanted him to dominate her and give her pleasure in this way.

Then it started to happen. Her moans began to change, her body writhed on the bed, and he could feel her tightening.

“Tad,” she whispered. “I… Tad…” She didn’t know what it was, he could tell that instantly.

Thank God I am the only man tae ever have touched her like this. Fer I would go mad with jealousy.

He slid his tongue up to that sensitive part of her then reached up with his fingers, burying them inside of her again. The dual sensation of pleasure must have been her undoing. Her legs raised as high as she could get them around his head as her body was suddenly wracked with that climaxing pleasure.

“Tad!” It was the breathiest and most exciting way she had ever said his name. He didn’t stop pleasuring her, not once, but rode out her waves of pleasure, enjoying the way she trembled around his fingers. He still moved his hand against her in the aftershocks, when she was panting on his bed, no longer writhing, but just staring at him.

He raised himself up to his knees, the better to see his Catreena.

“Tad,” she whispered.

He smiled at her. He had not the words to describe it, so he scrambled up her body and laid his chest over hers, finding her lips with his own. It was the softest of kisses, one he did not usually give after being with a woman.

“Tad,” she whispered between their kisses. “What… daes this mean?” she managed to ask him.

He raised himself up on his elbows, staring at her.

How to put it intae words?