“Good. That’s what I wanted. To give you pleasure.”
“Why did you want to… use your tongue?” Her face burned, but she had to ask if she wished to know the truth about sensual pleasures.
“To taste you.” He growled. “You taste damned good, lass. ’Twas a great pleasure to me.”
“I know I’m naïve, but I never imagined people did that.”
“Aye, well, not everyone does.” He leaned back a bit so she could look up into his face, dimly illuminated by the candle. “One summer’s day when I was about eighteen, I happened upon a couple on a plaid in the sand dunes and beach grass. They didn’t know I was there, of course.” Keegan smiled. “’Haps ’twas wrong of me to spy on them, but how could I resist? They were aristocratic guests of Chief and Lady MacKay—I don’t believe they were married either. They’d been swimming in the sea. I could not believe the wicked things they were doing, but I knew those were things I wanted to do one day when I found a woman I wanted to kiss every inch of.” He touched the tip of her nose with a finger.
Speaking of kissing every inch of… she wished she could do that to him. “Why do you not remove your clothes?”
He released a harsh breath. “’Tis best that I don’t. I must maintain control.”
“But you made me lose control.”
Keegan smiled. “I’m glad.” Aye, indeed he was thrilled he was able to give her such a climax. He hoped she enjoyed it. Of a certainty, he did.
His tarse was hard as stone, but he couldn’t take her. Not now. First, he had to know she would be his forever. He couldn’t risk getting her with child and then her father marrying her off to someone else. If that happened, he’d be forced to steal her away. And then clan war would follow. Though he might have indulged in too many carnal pleasures with her, he wanted to marry her first… not just to be honorable, but because he wanted her in his life forever.
When Seona’s hand trailed down his chest and stomach, between them, to his erection, arousal burned through him even hotter. Through his clothing, her fingers brushed his shaft. Though he ached for her to continue, he gently clasped her hand in his and drew it away.
“You didn’t like that?” she asked. “I was told…”
“Aye, I would love it more than I can say but…” He blew out a harsh breath. “Who has been telling you wicked things?”
In the low light, the look of guilt and embarrassment in her bewitching dark blue eyes made him want to grin.
“A friend,” she said.
He raised a brow, wondering who she meant. “Isobel?” he asked, remembering the many times he’d seen them whispering together.
“Aye.”
“Well, Dirk often has a smile on his face, so I’m certain he is well-pleased with their bed-sport. Has she told you things that singed your ears?”
Seona gave a soft giggle. “A few, but one thing she said was that men like to be touched on… certain places.”
“That we do, lass. I love it anytime, anywhere you touch me. But it makes me want you even more intensely.”
Her hand had somehow escaped his while he wasn’t paying attention, and now it brushed over his hard tarse again. Pleasure and powerful need bounded through him, urging him to roll between her naked thighs and lift his plaid. He sucked in breath and forced himself to remain still. If she wanted to touch him so badly, ’haps he’d let her… for a moment.
Her fingers traced along his rigid length through his clothing. “I don’t understand how it gets so hard.”
Her naïve interest in his body almost did him in.
“Saints, lass,” he hissed. “You drive me mad. I want to… but I cannot.”
“What do you want to do?” she whispered, still stroking lightly, tormenting him.
His body was starting to overheat. He groaned, wishing he could rip every last stitch of his clothing off. “In truth? You don’t know?”
“Lovemaking. I know that, but I don’t know anything about it.”
He muttered a curse. Though he’d known she was innocent, he couldn’t have guessed how incredibly curious she was. Or how vocal, given her usually quiet nature. But, she trusted him. His chest ached, for he treasured her trust as much as her love.
“Of a certainty, I’ll be glad to show you soon, Seona. I want to slide this…” He placed his hand around hers and squeezed his tarse, intensifying the pleasurable ache. “Deep inside you and…” He bit his tongue before he said something too vulgar for her ears.
“How on earth would it fit?”
He growled. Just imagining working on making it fit within her tight, wet heat near took his sanity.
“Och, I’ll go slowly. ’Twill fit perfectly.” Hell, he could hardly wait for what would be one of the best experiences of his life.
“’Twill hurt though… for me,” she said.
He wasn’t going to lie. “Aye. For a few minutes. But I will make it good for you before I’m done. Your pleasure is more important to me than mine own.”
“You are the most generous person I know.” She kissed his chin.
He didn’t feel generous at the moment. He felt damned greedy, wanting her to slide her hand up and down and stroke him very firmly.
His primal side threatened to override his rational side and answer all her questions by showing her exactly what he yearned to do to her—push, inch by torturous inch, into her and show her how her body could adjust to accept his.
He would kiss her and love her through the pain, then, once he was fully imbedded inside her, he’d withdraw slowly only to drive deep again. She’d beg him to go faster. He would thrust until they both lost their minds, until she cried out her pleasure and he released his seed inside her. He muttered a curse before he could stop himself.
Somehow her hand had sneaked beneath his plaid and long shirt. Her bare cool skin against his… “Saints.” Her hand squeezed the tip of his erection and he thought he was going to blast like a cannon.
“Your skin feels so silky and hot,” she whispered. “I cannot believe how hard you are.”
All he could do was grind his teeth, curse and struggle for control. He gasped for breath. “You’re determined to drive me mad.”
“Aye. I want to give you pleasure. Tell me what to do.”
How could he refuse that offer? Clasping his hand around hers, he showed her how to stroke up and down his rigid shaft. Damn, he was on the edge already. He’d wanted her too long. Months.
He tried to think of something else to distract himself, but ’twas no use. She filled his mind; her scent filled his head. He clasped her to him and kissed her, devouring her lips as she continued stroking without his help. Her tentative, light touch aroused him even more. And then the fuse lit, burning through his groin and exploding with a pleasure more astounding than he’d ever felt. Groaning, he dragged her tighter to him, loving the pressure of her body against his.
How he’d wanted to be inside her when he did that.
He kissed her forehead and pulled in laborious breaths, enjoying the final ripples of pleasure that reverberated through him.
“Oh, that was…” she said in a surprised tone.
“Aye?” He wondered what she’d wanted to say. He could only describe how it had felt to him. “Amazing. Spectacular.” He finally came back to himself. “And I’m guessing your hand is drenched with my seed.” He wiped her hand on the tail of his shirt. “See? That’s what happens when you take away my control.”
“I’m glad.” Her teeth flashed white in the dimness. And she actually sounded happy, not afraid or disgusted.
“You are?”
“Aye. I wanted to give you pleasure. I simply didn’t know how. I’m glad you showed me.”
To have a wife who not only enjoyed bed-sport, but wished to boldly seduce him, would surely be heaven on earth. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he wanted to marry her, but ’twas certainly a delightful bonus.
“Hmm. Later, I’ll show you more.” Once they were married. And he was determined this would happen. He kissed her lips. “I’d best make my escape before your aunt returns. I know not what kind of stamina MacMillan has.” He chuckled.