Page 52 of Stealing a Kilted Heart

The blanket was warm and soft under her back, the flames of the fire suffusing the air around them with heat, but it was Knox’s touch which felt the hottest on her skin, like a branding iron. As he settled once more between her legs, kneeling there before her, Fia gazed into his deep blue eyes, gasping when she felt the tip of his manhood just about to breach her opening.

“Relax fer me,” he said, as he caressed her thigh gently. “I’ll go slow, I promise. An’ if ye want me tae stop, all ye have tae dae is tell me.”

Fia nodded, reassured by Knox’s promises. She knew he would never hurt her, and so she allowed herself to relax, letting him sink inside her slowly until he was buried in her body to the hilt.

That first thrust stole Fia’s breath away. Just as Knox had promised, he had gone slow and there was no pain—only a dull pressure that quickly turned into the most pleasurable feeling Fia had felt in her life. The drag of his manhood against her inner walls was maddening, each thrust filling her up completely, and just from that, Fia felt like she finally and truly belonged to him.

“Ye should see yerself,” he told her as his gaze roamed all over her body, taking in everything about her. There were parts of her she didn’t like—her small breasts, her slightly rounded stomach, all the things that Callum had disliked and commented about her, but Knox seemed to love every part of her. None of it was a flaw in his eyes; only another piece of her to love. “Next time, I’ll take ye in front o’ a mirror so ye can see just how bonnie ye are.”

Fia groaned, arching her back to get him even deeper, flushing a deep red when Knox’s gaze was drawn to the point where they were joined, watching as his manhood stretched her folds and disappeared inside her. His strong hands closed around her hips, fingers digging into her skin, and she hoped that there would be bruises there the next morning, reminding her of those moments.

Knox had spoken about a next time as though he was certain there would be one, as though he never wanted to stop being with her. Fia knew better than that; she knew that once she revealed the truth to him, he wouldn’t want her anymore, but at least she could enjoy it while it lasted. She lost herself in the slow, easy rhythm of his thrusts, in the gentle motion of their hips as they ground against each other. She sighed with pleasure every time his pelvis rubbed against her most sensitive spot and moaned his name when his length brushed against that other spot inside her, rapidly bringing her towards her next peak.

Reaching for him, Fia wrapped her arms around Knox’s shoulders and pulled her close. He draped himself over her body, kissing her as he quickened his thrusts, one of his hands closing around her breast to squeeze at her flesh. Never once did Knox look away from her eyes and so Fia forced herself to keep his gaze despite her embarrassment, green staring into blue.

She was still gazing at him when her orgasm crashed over her, forced out of her by a few hard thrusts. Knox groaned as she clenched around him, his hips stuttering as he followed her, spilling deep inside her just as he leaned down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. Pleasure pulsed all over Fia’s body, her zenith lasting for several seconds with Knox still pressing into her, drawing the last of their orgasms out of them both. When he collapsed on top of her, Fia let out a breathless laugh, fingers tangling once more in Knox’s hair.

“Was it good?” he asked her in a teasing tone and Fia couldn’t help but roll her eyes, even if he couldn’t see her from where he lay with his head buried in the crook of her neck.

“I’ll let ye figure that out on yer own,” she said, luxuriating in the bliss of her afterglow. A comfortable silence stretched between them until Knox pushed himself up and pulled Fia along with him, taking her to the bed so they could get under the covers and properly rest.

Just as they had settled in, though, a scream tore through the air and Knox sat up in alarm, gaze trained on the door—which then flew open, forcing Fia to hold onto the covers to keep herself hidden. Where she had expected to see a brigand or even perhaps one of Laird Gordon’s men, though, all she saw was Hamish, his face red and wet with snot and tears.

“Please!” he said, just as another scream rang through the air. “Me maither! She’s nae well!”

Fia exchanged a quick, terrified glance with Knox, before she turned to the child.

“We’ll be right there,” she promised.