Page 50 of Secrets of a Kilted Seduction

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Alana was lying face to face with Tadhg beneath the blankets, and when she realized they were both naked, it seemed perfectly natural and right. Conscious of a burning need for his touch, she moved against him, pressing her belly and breasts against his skin and catching his lips between hers. He responded with fervor, pulling her into him.

The kiss started off tender and sweet. It felt to her like a homecoming. The unrestrained longing between them was overwhelming, and the kiss soon grew hot and passionate. Their tongues tangled and explored each other’s mouths and lips, igniting a fire inside her.

“I want ye so much, Tadhg,” she murmured against him, winding her body around his powerful frame and tangling her fingers in his hair.

“Me darlin’, I’m all yers, body and soul,” he murmured, his kisses becoming more demanding as he ran his calloused hands all over her skin, fanning the flames of her wanting. “I want ye so much,” he breathed, leaning above her on his elbow, pushing her hair back and trailing soft kisses and bites down her throat and neck as she lay beneath his gaze.

“We’ve waited so long,” she replied, arching her back and gasping with pleasure when his mouth hungrily captured the stiffened peaks of her breasts, and his hands cupped and squeezed them. Shockwaves of desire coursed through her, and she moaned loudly, “Och, Tadhg, ye ken how tae touch me just right…”

She was just about to reach her climax when…

“Alana, Alana, wake up, ye’re dreamin’.”

She was confused. It was Tadhg’s voice, but Tadgh’s mouth was occupied feasting on her excited flesh, making her body tremble wantonly, so how could he have spoken? His tongue was sliding lower, his lips caressing her belly, tantalizing her, while his fingers were pushing between her thighs. Eager to have them inside her, she parted them wider for him and let out another low moan.

A hand clamped over her mouth. “Shhh, Alana, ye have tae wake up!”

“What are ye doin’? Why have ye stopped?” she mumbled against the hand, still caught up in the images in her head, the wetness between her legs driving her mad. Then, panicking as she realized something was restraining her from speaking, she suddenly startled awake and opened her eyes, breathing hard.

In the dim light of the cave, she could see it was Tadhg who had his hand over her mouth, and she relaxed. He was looking down at her with a troubled expression on his chiseled features. She was about to protest when he took his hand away.

“What are ye doin’?” she asked, still hazy from sleep.

“Ye were moanin’ in yer sleep. It was too loud. I had tae dae somethin’ tae shut ye up. We should nae be so loud while we’re out scoutin’,” he whispered tensely, “someone could hear us.”

“I… I was dreamin’,” she whispered embarrassed, the dream suddenly flooding back to her. She was grateful for the dim light of the fire as she felt her cheeks flaming, but it did nothing to stop the heat in her belly and between her thighs from the memory of his hands on her. She tried to banish the images from her mind, but they would not leave. Still aroused by them, she gazed up at him and was puzzled to see the tension in his look.

“Are ye all right,” she asked. “Ye seem a bit flushed.”

“Aye, I’m all right,” he replied, yet she sensed tension in him, and when she turned slightly, she felt his erection pressing against her hip. She knew she ought to move, but something held her there.

“Aye, sorry about that,” he mumbled awkwardly.

“But… I thought ye were asleep. What brought that on?”

“What d’ye think?” He sounded sheepish.

“Tell me,” she urged him in confusion, her state of arousal refusing to fade with his hardening length pressed against her. It suddenly occurred to her that she might not have been dreaming. “Did we… did something happen?” she asked.

“Nay, of course it didnae. But with ye lying’ next tae me and all that moanin’, well, I got excited. I couldnae help it,” he explained apologetically. “Ye’re nae gonnae make me go and sleep outside, are ye?”

She looked up at him, moved by the genuine worry she saw in his darkened eyes. He could have taken me if he had wanted tae, easily. But he did nae, because he’s Tadhg… And he loves me.

She was suddenly infused with deep affection for him, and the intense wanting she had felt in her dream washed over her. Wanting him so badly, she reached up and put her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers. “Nay, I’m nae gonnae make ye sleep outside. Stay with me,” she breathed, eagerly opening her mouth to kiss him.

Am I dreamin’? Is this really happenin’?

The questions raced through Tadhg’s confused mind when Alana put her arms around him and kissed him. Dazed and excited by her unexpected response, he sank into the kiss, savoring the taste of her, pouring all his yearning for her into it, elated at what he now knew must be real.

Not wanting to hurry things, he took it slowly, his hands cradling her head and tangling in her glorious hair as he delicately explored each other’s lips and mouths, her tongue entwining with his in a leisurely, erotic dance. His erection throbbed uncomfortably as it grew.

“If ye’re teasin’ me, then ye’d better tell me now, and we’ll leave it at a kiss–” but she interrupted him with another desperate touch of her lips. “If we go much further, I’m nae gonnae be able tae stop,” he warned her gently, wanting to give her the choice.

“I dinnae want ye tae stop,” she murmured, peppering his face with more kisses.

He struggled to hold himself back from giving into the powerful waves of longing rushing through his body. “But why here? Why now? We’ve been sharin’ a chamber fer days, and ye havenae let me near ye. Ach, Jaysus!” He shivered as she nibbled his ear, her hot breath exciting him almost beyond endurance.