Page 61 of The Highlander’s Kilted Affair

“Good.”

Rolling onto his side, he gently lay Evelyn on the bed beside him. His lips trailed down her neck while he untied her nightdress. A second later, his lips were on her breasts, soft, light kisses, making her nipples ache and peak.

“Ah,” she gasped.

Benedict sucked on her pert nipple, making her writhe beneath him.

“Och, Evelyn. I am going tae take great pleasure in delighting ye fer all the day’s o’ our lives,” he growled, moving from one breast to the other.

Evelyn could barely formulate words with the sensations that danced around her body. Her stomach clenched, her breasts ached, and she could feel her soft moistness growing hotter. It ached for his touch too, and writhing her hips, she wanted to feel his hands on her.

“Make love tae me, Benedict,” she gasped. “Please.”

He trailed his tongue around her breast once more, and then, gazing up at her, he shook his head.

“I cannae. Nae now. If yer faither finds me in here, he’ll kill me.”

“What dae ye mean? Why?” She roused herself from her ecstasy and gave him a wide-eyed look. “What time is it?”

“It was dawn when I arrived, me darling.”

“What?” she gasped, pushing herself up in the bed.

“Aye, indeed.” He grinned. “In fact, I’m certain—” He stopped for a second and tilted his head toward the door. “Is that the maids already?”

“Nae, it isnae? Is it?” Evelyn gasped, suddenly feeling mortified.

Benedict grinned again. “Och, but it is.”

“What are we tae dae?” Evelyn began panicking. “They cannae find ye here.”

“It’s all right,” he said calmly, dropping a quick kiss on her lips before clambering out of the bed. “This room has a secret door.”

Leaving the bed, he moved across the room, and with a little effort, he shoved the dresser to the side. Behind it stood a door about half his size. He winked back at her over his shoulder. “It’s a secret tunnel.”

Their own castle had plenty of those, so Evelyn wasn’t entirely surprised. What she could not understand was how Benedict planned on fitting through that tiny door.

“Ye’re twice the size of that door. Unless ye chop yer legs off…”

She stopped as she heard the nearing voices of the maids’ chatter. Leaping out of the bed, she reached the dresser just as Benedict was folding his huge frame through the small exit. It took some doing.

He glanced back with a beaming grin. “I love ye, me darling. I’ll see ye soon.”

Evelyn quickly closed the door, and with all the strength she could muster, shoved the dresser back against the wall, just as the maids knocked on the door.

Launching herself back across the room, she threw herself into bed, and pulling the covers up over herself, lay her head on the pillow.

“Who is it?” she groaned, as though she had just woken.

“’Tis the maids, me lady. It is time fer ye tae get ready.”

“Come in,” she called out in her feigned weary voice.

Evelyn didn’t rise as they entered. She was too busy trying to settle her breathing. But once she appeared more like someone who had just woken up, rather than someone who had just moved a piece of furniture that weighed more than herself before leaping across the room and into bed, Evelyn finally rose, and let the maids get to work.

There seemed to be so many of them; one readying her clothes on the bed, another fixing the fire, yet another seeing to the bed pan, another opening the drapes. It was chaotic to say the least.

“Please, me lady. Will ye sit so I can brush yer hair?” a dark-haired maid about her age said.