Page 75 of Seduction in a Kilt

Angered by her words, he advanced on her. “Dinnae call me a coward, Ivy!”

She squared up to him, hands on hips. “Coward, coward! Cow—oooh!”

He grabbed her around the waist, yanked her toward him, and crushed his mouth to hers, cutting her off.

For a moment, she struggled, so he increased the pressure of his lips, cradling the back of her head to keep her pinned in place. Then, she relaxed against him, put her arms around his neck, and opened her mouth to his questing tongue, tangling hers with it in heated abandon.

As the kiss intensified, Liam felt himself hardening, his senses inflamed by the raw emotion crackling in the air around them. Their lips still locked, they backed up against the chest of drawers, both frantic with lust. On impulse, he lifted her up on to it and pulled up her skirts. She settled herself on the edge and parted her thighs, inviting him in, her eyes a dark and smoky blue as they held his gaze.

He fumbled to unfasten his trews, freeing his pulsing, rock-hard erection. He groaned aloud when Ivy grasped it and pumped it up and down in the way he had shown her the night before. In response, he reached forward and yanked down neckline of her gown, letting his kisses trail from her lips, down her throat and neck, to fix on the bright pink nipples. He sucked on them luxuriously, swirling his tongue around them and nipping them with his teeth, growing more and more excited as she continued to work his member.

He parted her sex with his fingers, reveling in the low mewling sounds coming from her throat as she threw back her head when his fingers pushed into her, then out again, opening her wide. He felt the warm slickness of her juices covering his fingers on the downstroke and, with what she was doing him, found he could not wait.

She let him go when he put his hands on her hips and pulled her roughly forward, then sank himself deep inside her with a groan of intense satisfaction. Their lips clashed again in a never-ending kiss as he drove into her again and again, holding her hips to pin her in place, while she clutched his shoulders and tangled her fingers in his hair, meeting every thrust of his hips with one of her own.

Liam’s heart was hammering so hard, he thought it would burst out of his chest, a wave of intoxicating heat washing over them both, and they climaxed at the same moment. Ivy moaned into his mouth, providing the perfect counterpoint to his deep groans as they finally collapsed against each other, panting and sweating, neither willing to let the other go.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, catching their breath. Liam could feel Ivy’s heart gradually slowing along with his own as it beat against his chest. He rested his forehead against hers.

“I dae love ye, Ivy. I love ye so much, it scares me. I was so frightened tae admit I was fallin’ fer ye in case I lost ye. It made me a coward, I see that now. I was a fool.” He spoke quietly, his lips against the soft skin of her neck. “I hope ye can forgive me.”

“I’ll forgive ye just about anythin’ because I love ye with all me heart and soul, Liam,” she whispered, tenderly brushing the hair out of his eyes and then gazing into them. Hers were dark and melting, full of love for him. The warm glow of happiness he felt inside him then was exquisite, and he wondered how he had held back for so long.

“Ivy, I cannae stand the thought of ye marryin’ anyone else. I want ye as me wife, tae be at me side always.”

“D’ye want me through thick and thin?”

“Aye, I dae.”

“In sickness and in health?”

“Aye, I dae.”

“Fer richer, fer poorer?”

He chuckled. “Aye, that too. Forever and ever.”

“In that case, Liam MacTavish, make me yers.”

“I am so sorry I needed so much time tae get here,” he hugged her tightly before pulling back and gazing at her beautiful face, astonished that she really was going to be his. “And now I suggest we seal our promise with a kiss before we go and tell Knox he’s off the hook,” he said, grinning at her cheekily.

“Very funny,” she said, and kissed him again.