The Scottish Bride (The Brides of Holland Springs Book 5)(7)

“What are you doing?”

He grabbed her hips with his hands, pulling her close. His lips skated over her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. With a gentle tug, he slid her thong down her legs. “Step out.”

She did as he asked, her body trembling. She wanted him so badly, and he was going to kill her with this torture. “Please hurry.”

He smiled against her skin before saying, “I’ll hurry as fast as I can.” But he didn’t hurry. On no, he took his time, kissing her thighs, licking the delicate skin on the inside and blowing his warm breath against her most sensitive parts.

Her legs grew weak when he tenderly parted her with his thumb and touched her with the tip of his tongue. She had to grab his head when his tongue pushed inside and began a slow worship of her sex.

He hummed low in his throat and moved to her clitoris, where he gently sucked on it until she broke apart and moaned his name while he pushed and pushed her to come again.

“What are you trying to do to me?” she said breathlessly.

“Trying to make what’s going to happen as painless as possible.” He gave her another long lick that nearly made her eyes cross before working his way up her body, kissing every inch as he went.

She scarcely noticed when he unfastened her strapless bra because all she could concentrate on was his mouth on her breasts, her nipples taking turns being in his mouth.

And his fingers... oh, his fingers were teasing her still. Keeping her hips rolling and the desire she felt for him at the forefront.

She pulled him to her, backing up until they tumbled to the bed. He rose above her, his eyes full of lust and love. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She touched his jaw, rubbing her thumb over the strong lines. “Don’t ever shave this off.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He kissed her again, making her mindless as she pushed at the barrier of his clothing between them.

Finally, when he was a nude as she, he positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his erection against her slick folds. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

She gasped when he pushed inside, the feel of them so intimately joined taking her breath away. It wasn’t exactly pain free when he began to move, but the care and consideration he showed her more than made up for it... that and all the orgasms he’d given her.

She held on to him as he whispered to her in a mixture of Gaelic and Spanish. Some words she understood, while others, she hadn’t a clue, but it sounded so romantic.

He slipped his hand under her lower back, pressing her more fully against him and rubbing her swollen clit with each slide of skin against skin. He was so deep in her that she was sure they shared a heart.

A soul.

Everything.

“Can you come again?” he asked, his hips moving faster.

“I don’t know...” She urged him on anyway, spreading her thighs wider and earning a groan from him. “But I can try.”

“See that you do, my love.” He braced himself against the mattress, lifted his hips slightly, and moved his hand from her back to her clit. She cried out as soon as he touched her. When he applied more pressure, she shattered again.

“You’re coming on my cock,” he whispered in her ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you.” She gasped as he continued to torture her. “Oh God.”

With a fierce look on his face, he pushed deep. She felt his orgasm fill her. He growled her name, then his hips started moving again and his mouth was on hers.

It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

She never wanted him to stop.

But stop he did, falling to one side and rolling her with him so he could gather her in his arms.

“That was bloody... You’re the writer; you tell me what that was,” he said.

She peered at him. “That was everything.”





Chapter Four


Three weeks later

Maddox woke with a loud groan. It felt as though a semi had plowed into him.

Repeatedly.

“You’re awake. Excellent,” a nurse said, appearing at his bedside. She took his vitals and smiled. “I’ll notify Dr. Swansea.” The nurse practically bolted from the room.

“What? Doctor?” He attempted to lift his head, but the pain rocketing through it forced him back down. “Bloody fucking hell.” Grabbing the side of his head in an attempt to ease the agony, he smacked himself in the face with tubes. There was an IV stuck into the side of his hand. How much had he had to drink last night? He closed his eyes and attempted to piece together the night before.

“Maddox... Oh thank God, you’re okay.” Cool fingers touched his face, and he opened his eyes.

A veritable angel stood at his bedside. Love swelled for her, for this woman who was now his wife. He couldn’t believe his luck. Couldn’t believe that she was really his. “Cadence, my love.”

She gave him a sweet smile, but her bottom lip trembled and her lovely eyes were rimmed with dark shadows, as if she’d been crying for hours. “I was so worried.” Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she stayed close to him for a moment. Her light floral scent washed over him, but his chest hurt too damn much to breathe it in like he wanted.

“Why am I in here?” he asked.

Cadence lowered her gaze, hiding her normally playful hazel eyes from him. “There was an accident.”