Excerpt Copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin
“I
want to see you, sweet lass. Do you mind if I…” He tugged at the ties of her overdress
until they loosened enough. The material fell from her body, and she stepped
out of the heap at her feet. The shift she wore barely covered her. He gently
edged the straps from her shoulders until it too fell away.
Kerrigan
never stood in front of a man before without any garments on. She was tempted
to use her hands to cover herself.
“Your
blush is bonnie, lass. You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”
“Do
I get the same pleasure?”
He
nodded and held his hands outward. “Come, undress me.”
She
thought her fingers would fall off as much as they shook, but she was
determined and undaunted. She made quick work of the ties of his tunic and
loosened them. With a hard tug, she released his shirt from the heavy belt,
which held the tartan at his waist. Once she had that done, she pulled the
tunic over his head and revealed the expanse of his chest. He stood before her,
disrobed except for the tartan at his waist and his boots. She caressed his arm
and gently ran her fingers over the wounds he’d gotten. “Handsome.”
“There’s
more.”
“Oh,
indeed.” She laughed and returned to the front of him and held his belt. As
soon as she unfastened it, the belt dropped to the ground. Kerrigan gasped at
the view before her. She’d seen naked men before, for the soldiers at Moray’s
keep were not bashful. Not one compared to the man who stood before her now.
She
took her time eyeing his magnificent body. He was a warrior, a fighter who took
several strikes evidenced by the scars, which marred his legs, arms, back,
chest–everywhere. How she wanted to touch each one.
“No
sympathies, wife.”
“Nay,
none.” She stepped around him, and her hand followed her wake. She glided over
the hard confines of his abdomen, over his manly hips, over the hard curve of
his arse. “Very lovely.”
He
laughed. “Are you through?”
“I’ve
just begun.”
“You’re
finished for now unless you want an inept husband on your wedding night.
Besides, I have yet to look at you. Let me see you.”
Brazenly,
she stepped back and allowed his view of her body. Her skin heated and flushed
at his intimate perusal.
“Your
breasts are perfect.” He held his chin in hand and the other held his elbow,
surmising her with a devilish glint in his eye. “Aye, you’ll do.”
She
gasped and gave him a shove.
“A
bonnier lass, I’ve never seen. Come, I want to kiss you.” He took her arm and
helped her to sit beside him.
Kerrigan
couldn’t take her gaze from him. He knelt in front of her and took her hands in
his. She wanted to touch him, to feel his hard muscles on her palms, but she
refrained and waited to see what he would do.
“Kiss
me, Kerrigan.”
She
leaned forward and placed a kiss on his mouth. He held her hips and kept his
lips against hers. Her heart raced knowing what was to come. The first time,
she feared what they’d do, unaware of what a woman experienced her first time
with a man. She’d heard several maids discuss their first time and Galyn gave
her a fair idea of what to expect. It always sounded barbaric to her until
sensual longing changed her mind.
Her
fear was misplaced though, because Graeme touched her with gentle hands as he
was doing now. He shifted his hands to her shoulders and his mouth moved to the
side of her neck. Kerrigan wrapped her arms around his waist and held him as
close as she could. He guided her to lie upon the tartan and she looked up at
him. His expression was serious.
“I
want to kiss every spot on your body.”
She
drew in a harsh breath when his mouth took her breast. He didn’t stay long
there but moved to her midsection and placed light kisses on her flesh. Each touch
of his lips caused her abdomen to flinch and desire to twine itself to her
femininity.
Kerrigan
closed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth when a shocking thing occurred.
He spread her legs and used his fingers to pleasure her. She came off the ground,
but he settled her with his hand.
He
finished sooner than she expected and gazed at her. “I could stay here
forever.”
“I
couldn’t bear it.” She reached out, holding her hand for him to take, but he
spread her legs apart and pushed himself into her. His movement caused a slow
excruciated pleasure to throng between her legs. Kerrigan looked up at his eyes
dark with passion. He kept his eyes fastened to hers as he moved within her.
With each thrust, she shrieked as pain and pleasure collided. He kept to a pace
and all she could do was spiral in the delight of it.
“Lass
hurry, because I cannot wait.” He shifted forward and leaned on his elbows.
Her
eyes widened when he bespoke what he would do to her. It was shocking but oh so
stirring as culmination overtook her. She cried out and with his body’s force,
she exploded in a rash of uncontrolled emotions.
Graeme
touched her face, spoke gentle words, and finished with, “Lass, how I love
you.”
He
ceased moving and with a grunt and shout, stiffened. After a moment of his
downfall, he collapsed atop her. She groaned when she was able to shift her
legs. Graeme cuddled her side, and his breath rasped from exertion.
“How
I love you, husband.” The words fell easy from her lips for from this day she
would be his and he hers.
He
lightly kissed her lips and spoke in Gaelic, “You are the love of my life.”
Graeme settled next to her, his hand rubbed the base of her throat. The warmth
of his fingers relaxed her.
She
reached under his chin and lifted his face. She spoke in Gaelic in return, “Aye
and you are the love of my life.”
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