Never Seduce a Scot (The Montgomerys and Armstrongs #1)(56)

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “You found your woman’s release.”

It seemed such a nondescript term for what she’d experienced.

“It felt more like heaven,” she breathed.

His smile broadened. Then she glanced down and frowned, her nose wrinkling. “You still have all your clothing on.”

His eyebrows went up. “You object?”

“Aye, I do. I’d like to sit on the bed as you did and watch as you disrobe.”

His eyes blazed and she found herself abruptly put aside as he stood. She stared up at him openmouthed as he loomed over the bed.

“Then, my lady, I’ll certainly grant your wish.”

CHAPTER 26

Graeme could barely contain his eagerness as he stood before Eveline, preparing to disrobe. God’s teeth, but he didn’t want to frighten the lass and it was taking all his restraint not to tear off his clothing and then slide between her legs.

His c**k was nigh to bursting. Every ounce of his blood was pooled in his groin, engorging his manhood until he was grinding his teeth against the discomfort.

As he divested himself of his tunic and leggings, he was well aware of her curious gaze on his body. It only made him more desirous to take her long and hard. Those innocent eyes, so wide, as she took her first look at her husband without his clothing.

But then her gaze fell on his distended c**k and they widened. She looked up to his face, then dropped her gaze back down and then back up again, almost as if she were asking him a thousand questions with that one look.

“Do you like what you see, wife?” he asked when her gaze returned to his face.

She licked her lips, the movement so sensuous and erotic that he groaned.

“Aye,” she finally whispered. “ ’Tis a beautiful sight, your body.”

Beautiful? It didn’t seem appropriate that she used the same language to describe him as he’d used in describing her. He was nothing like her. He was hard where she was soft. Rough where she was smooth. Scarred where she had no marks to mar her lovely flesh.

He stalked forward and then tipped her back, tumbling her onto the bed as he loomed over her. He crawled between her splayed thighs and rubbed his body up hers until his lips hovered just over her mouth.

He rocked his body, mimicking the motions of being inside her though he rubbed over her soft, feminine flesh. He enjoyed the feel of her against his erection. He knew she wasn’t yet prepared for him, not so soon after finding her own release. It would take time to make her ready, but he would enjoy every moment of it.

He dragged himself down and then back up her body, locking his mouth to hers. Their tongues clashed and tangled. Hot, breathless kisses. He swallowed her soft moans, knew she likely wasn’t even aware of making the low sounds.

It had been a long while since he’d last given in to his baser urges. And yet he hadn’t missed it. What he missed was what he’d never had. Intimacy. The feeling of closeness. The knowledge that he truly liked the woman he was coupling with.

He was well aware of the differences between him and other men, and even his own brothers. He’d never been one to throw his seed far and wide. Even as a youth, he hadn’t been fast to lose his virginity. It had been even beyond when his younger brothers had enjoyed their first woman that Graeme had given in, and his first experience hadn’t been particularly fantastic. In fact, it had been some time after that before he’d decided to indulge again.

But this? This was heaven. He knew without a doubt that there’d never be another woman who had such an effect on him, who could have him edgy with desire with a simple look.

She twisted his insides into knots he had no hope of loosening.

He kissed his way down her neck and to her collarbone, and then he licked the hollow of her throat, enjoying the way her pulse sped up.

He continued a path down to her br**sts and rested his mouth in the valley between the two lush mounds. He wanted to stop and taste the delectable pink tips, but he had another destination in mind, one that had his heart pounding in anticipation.

Continuing his path downward, he grazed his lips over her soft belly and dipped his tongue into her navel. She shivered and twitched beneath him as he swirled his tongue, tasting every inch of her he could cover.

When he slid to the very edge of the bed so that his mouth hovered just over the soft blond curls between her legs, her head came up and her eyes were wide with shock. He saw the realization in her eyes, her knowledge of what he planned.

He smiled and then carefully ran his fingers over the velvety, plush lips of her womanhood. He’d never tasted a woman here, had never had the courage to perform such an act, though he’d heard other men speak of it.

He’d been told it was a task done to please a woman and the reactions differed. Some men enjoyed it and found it pleasurable, while others only did so in order for the woman to give them what they wanted. But all agreed that women enjoyed it immensely and he wanted to give Eveline such pleasure.

He touched his tongue to the nub of flesh just above her woman’s opening. She came off the bed, her hips bucking upward. Her hoarse exclamation rang out and her fingers curled into the furs she lay on.

He grew bolder, lapping gently, absorbing her scent and her taste. It was a heady sensation, like drinking too much ale. There was a roar in his ears and the room seemed to dim around him as he continued his erotic exploration of her silken skin.