Page 34 of Scot of Seduction

“Show me it all,” she begged.

“God damn it, Cat.” His fingers suddenly pulled out of her. “Up.” He curled his finger as he stood up, reaching for his shirt. “Clothes off.”

She didn’t question his orders this time but did as he said. Rather than them removing each other’s clothes, they removed their own. She watched, in awe, as Tad took off his jerkin and shirt, then kicked off his boots and reached for his trews. Her gown was gone, but she stalled with the corset, too busy watching as his length was revealed. Once again, she was amazed at how big it was, wondering how on earth she was supposed to fit him.

He strode toward her, took her waist and spun her around, reaching for the laces of the corset. Evidently, she was taking too long getting to them herself.

“Impatient?” she teased him.

“Desperate,” he said with a heated kiss to the back of her neck as he swept her hair to the side. It had completely fallen out of its updo now, loose down one of her shoulders.

He tore the corset from her body then took hold of her chemise. He hesitated, not quite lifting it over her shoulders.

“Trust me?” he whispered into her ear.

“Ye ken I dae,” she whispered back. It was an intimacy, a moment of soft warmth amongst this tense heat and passion.

With that promise uttered between them, he lifted her chemise and tossed it to the floor. When Catreena was wearing nothing, she turned back to face him. The look he gave her, those gray eyes drinking the sight of her, made her bite her lip.

“Oh nay,” he whispered, moving toward her and nodding at her lip. “I’m the one that gets tae dae that now.”

She smiled before he clashed his lips into her own. It was the heated kiss he had promised, biting her bottom lip. His hand cupped against the curve of her breasts made her tremble with desire.

She backed up to the table where she was swiftly returned to the position she had just been in, though now she was naked, not a part of her hidden from him. He grabbed one of the blankets from off a nearby nook and pushed it beneath her head. The simple kind act of giving her a pillow made her moan his name.

“Tad.” Her fingers raked down his bare chest.

He was taking care of her, protecting her, even now.

“Please,” she begged when he hesitated. He bent down over her, his hips between hers, kissing her. It was soft and sensual, as her hands explored him, reaching up to curl under his shoulder blades, his superior height and strength rendering her a puddle of desire.

Then she felt his length nudging her entrance. It was slow, as if he was testing her, to see if she would change her mind.

“Tad,” she complained against his lips, pushing him in the chest. He rested his weight on his elbows, staring at her. “Please,” she begged, rocking her hips into him. “Please!”

“I love it when ye beg me,” he muttered.

Love… he had said the word.

Then he entered her. The sudden movement was fast and swift. The pain that accompanied it startled her. Her hands gripped his shoulders and she inadvertently touched the bandage on his skin. He didn’t complain now. He kissed her throughout her own pain, moving his lips across her cheek and down her neck.

“It will pass,” he whispered. “I promise ye, Cat… me Cat.” The sweet and possessive words were intoxicating to her. Suddenly, she didn’t mind being little Cat anymore. “Every other time will be a thrill. There will be nay more pain.”

Then he rocked his hips into hers. It was gentle, slow, and surely enough, the pain was gone. She gasped at the pleasure now shooting through her abdomen, the growing sensation of need and thrill escalating by the second.

“More,” she found herself pleading with him again. “Tad, more.”

“That’s it,” he whispered against her skin. “Me name, Cat.”

“Tad!” she moaned again.

He drove his hands down onto the table and pushed into her, hard and fast. That feeling of pleasure grew so much, she quite forgot the rest of the world. All that Catreena could think of was Tad above her, the sheen of sweat on his skin, the way it beaded down his firm chest, the way his gray eyes looked at her, with pure hunger.

His hands moved. He no longer used the table to rock himself into her but grabbed her legs and stood straight. He rocked into her from this standing position, drinking in the sight of her as he did so. Unable to touch him anymore, Catreena drove her hands into the wall above her hand, taking the weight of him rocking into her.

She couldn’t believe the deepness of the sensation, how much he could reach inside of her, nor the way he took her as if they were just animals, unable to stop.

“Tad,” she moaned, but then he changed.