“So wet.”
She felt like she was practically gushing—another foreign sensation—and everything had gone mushy down there, except for that rapidly pulsating spot that felt engorged. When his finger encircled the little bud, she nearly levitated off the bed.
“Ye like that?”
It was a rhetorical question. Or, at least, she hoped it was, because she was incapable of speech. When he began to flick his thumb over it, she forgot to breathe. Something was beginning to build inside her body that she didn’t recognize.
Rory pressed another kiss to her thigh, this one closer to her core and then another. She could hardly concentrate, given what his clever hand was doing, but was he going to… Surely, he wasn’t…Oh. My. God.Hewas.
His tongue thrust into her opening, mimicking what his penis would do, and then he began to lick her folds, lapping at her juices with long, slow strokes, as if he had all the world at his leisure. The simmering heat in her belly began to boil, then all thought left her completely as he covered that throbbing nub with his mouth and sucked hard. A red haze blurred her sight, and she erupted like a volcano spewing lava.
She drew a shaky breath as her world came back into focus and then became aware of another sensation. Rory had entered her. His manhood filled and stretched her, but it didn’t hurt. She wiggled a little. There was no pain at all. In fact, it felt…rather good.
Rory started to move, withdrawing partially and then thrusting gently, watching her as he did. “Are ye all right?”
She had never been more all right than just a minute ago. “What you did was wonderful.” She gave him a wobbly smile. She’d no idea she was capable of disintegrating into boneless nothingness and yet feelingeverythingat the same time. Rory had sent her to those heights… She felt desire stirring once more. And she wanted to please him. “Now it is your turn to take what you want.”
One eyebrow lifted as he continued his slow thrusting. “Ye will be wanting it, too.”
“But I—”
“Trust me, love.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but only a little squeak came out as he filled her again. The feel of him rocking against her core as he moved made all those parts start to tingle again. “Oh…my.”
And that was her last coherent thought as all the sensations she’d just felt magnified tenfold with Rory’s increasingly faster and deeper thrusts. Her body began to writhe beneath him. Her toes curled and muscles tightened into near spasms, shuddered to a peak and exploded once more.
…
Juliana wasn’t going to drive him barmy. She was going to kill him instead. He’d unwittingly lit a powder keg and almost gone up in flames. Rory allowed a self-satisfied smirk as he gazed at the woman lying beneath him, totally satiated to the point that her eyes were fluttering in a swoon. Carefully, he eased himself to the side and propped his head on his hand, waiting for her to return to her senses.
Even though he’d withdrawn before he could get her with child, it was probably the most difficult thing he’d ever done. He didn’t think he’d ever seen—or felt—something as wonderful as watching Juliana come for him. Not once, but twice. Shattering completely. He’d wanted nothing more than to bury his seed in her.
That thought alone should have caused him sheer panic. He had not wanted marriage, let alone creating bairns. And yet, a new emotion niggled at him, and he realized this was exactly what he wanted. He wanted Juliana as his wife. Life with her would never be boring. And, as feisty as she was, she would not hold him back from helping his brothers restore their clan. He could almost see her leading the charge, somewhat like Boudicca. But would she want to marry him? As he was mulling those thoughts, her eyes opened groggily, as though she’d imbibed too much spirits. And maybe she had, but it wasn’t alcohol-related. She’d just been introduced to an entirely different kind of headiness, one intensely more pleasurable, in his opinion.
He tapped the tip of her nose. “Ye are back.”
She gave him a half-focused look. “Where… What happened to me?”
He pretended to frown, although he was having a hard time not laughing. “If ye doona recall, we will have to do it all over again.” Although he hoped she’d give him a few minutes to recover…
Her face turned pink as her eyes cleared. “Oh! Ah… I… You—”
“Us.” He grinned. “It wasuswho came together.”
Her blush deepened. “Yes. I…did not expect it to be so…pleasant.”
“Pleasant?” His male pride took exception to the word. Pleasant was a sunny day without rain. Pleasant was taking Baron for a gallop. Pleasant was a hot bath and a soft bed after a hard day’s work. Not…not what had just occurred. “Just…pleasant?”
“Um. Very nice.”
That was probably even worse. He’d just had the best experience he’d ever had—which was saying a lot, no brag intended—and he thought he’d given her equal measure. Before he could summon up a dignified retort, she added a few words that nearly broke him.
“It did not hurt.” Tears welled in her eyes, and her smile wobbled. “Thank you.”
Shame immediately washed over him. What a sot he was for nursing his wounded pride when he’d forgotten what she had been through. How much courage it must have taken for her to come to him at all. She’d meant those words as compliments, not disparagement. He frowned slightly. Would she want to repeat the act? Or was it something she’d just wanted to prove to herself she could do? He wanted to ask, but he wasn’t going to push her. Instead, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Ye are quite welcome, lass.”
She yawned, her eyes half closing. “I am so tired.”
