Page 67 of Highland Guard
Kieran kissed her deeply in return, then snorted. “Rory? Rory can’t cut a straight piece of wood if his life depended on it.”
“He wants to help, so let him.”
Kieran scowled and placed the axe on the stump. “All right. But I want to be useful. Give me something to do.”
“You can fetch me some water from the rain barrel so I can cook you some supper.”
“That’s a chore for bairns. I need something else to do.”
“Like what?” Naomi asked, as they made their way back inside the cottage.
“Well, I was hoping to do something that works my muscles. You ken. I need to make sure I keep them in good order.” Kieran was whispering in Naomi’s ear, making her shudder. Soon his hands began moving across her body.
“What muscles do you need working?” she rasped.
“Maybe I spoke too soon. I meant, one muscle has been feeling very neglected of late.”
Naomi gasped and turned into his arms. Their faces were mere inches apart. “Kieran, we cannot. You’re still recovering.”
“I asked Amelia this morn, and she said I should be all right if I dinnae overdo it. So, I was thinking, perhaps you’ll need to do all the work.”
Their eyes met as they exchanged heated glances. Then Naomi replied, “Are you sure?”
“Aye, love, I’m very sure.”
“Then you best take your clothes off, husband, and wait for me in bed.”
Kieran chuckled and said, “No need to ask twice.”
Naomi was ecstatic. Since almost losing her husband to a crazed assassin, she craved physical intimacy. Clearly Kieran did too. But she was determined they would go at a steady pace.
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“OH, YES, THAT’S IT, right there,” Kieran groaned.
“Did you mean right here?” Naomi asked as she impaled herself upon his engorged length, riding him at a steady pace. Her hands rested against his chest, and she stared down at him as if he were the handsomest man on earth. Kieran gripped her hips harder to help her momentum, but he enjoyed letting her set the pace. He watched her beautiful, lush body move seamlessly like a siren as she bounced up and down his length. All his nerve endings were on fire and, true to form, his wife was doing all the work. Soon she moved faster and he could scarcely keep up with her, but she never took her loving gaze off him.
Kieran was close to bursting, but not before he gave Naomi her release. He moved his thumb to her pearl and rigorously began rubbing against it while his other hand massaged a taut nipple. Soon she stiffened, gripped him tight, threw back her head as her long hair swayed seductively in the breeze. As she reached passion’s peak, she screamed. That triggered his own, and he thrust upwards faster as they rode to a mutual completion. And for the first time since the attack, Kieran lost himself in his wife and roared out his release.
Naomi collapsed on the bed beside him as he rolled with her, panting and sucking in the air she had forfeited during her orgasm. Kieran wrapped his arms around her, then he rolled them, so he was on top.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I feel the need to suckle myself to sleep.”
“You randy beast. I’m exhausted. Do you never tire?”
“Not when I have a saucy wench in my bed for the first time in weeks.”
“Oh, my love, you are going to wear me out.”
“I’m sure you can keep up with a warrior in recovery.” Kieran grinned as he held her tight.
Their joining was slower. It was loving and gentle, but this time it was Kieran who rode his wife to completion.
“I love you, wench, more than words can say,” Kieran said.
“I love you more, MacKenzie, and I plan on telling you that every day,” Naomi replied.
