"Much better," he purred.
She lost the next round by tossing a two. He pointed to his chest and she kissed him there, taking a bit more time and brushing her lips over his hard muscles and sprinkling of hair as she'd imagined earlier. His male nipple was an erotic little sight. When she touched it with her tongue, breath hissed between his teeth.
Next, he chose seven as his main and rolled it. Grinning, he pointed to a spot just below his navel. The sheet still covered his erection.
Heavens, he could not be serious. "You are a beast," she said in French.
"Aye." When he lay back on the pillows, she leaned over him and kissed the muscle-hardened spot he'd indicated. That narrow line of hair on his flat lower belly tickled her lips and mesmerized her. She brushed her lips back and forth, then pressed her nose to him. His clean male scent tempted her, as did the thought of kissing him all night…and all over.
"Mmm." He handed her the dice when she sat back. "You best not lose this one, m'lady, or the penalty will be stiff."
Stiff? Her cheeks burned. "I know what you are thinking."
He lifted a brow. "Do you now?"
"Six." She nodded and rolled the dice.
When an eleven displayed, he hissed, then grinned. "Out."
"Sacrebleu!"
He chuckled and lay back on the pillow again, stacking his hands behind his head. "If you know what I was thinking, kiss me there. If you're right, I'll give you three turns. If you're wrong, I'll bite you on the arse, and it will hurt."
A laugh burst from her mouth before she could stop it. "How ridiculous. You are a lunatic."
"Aye, but you ken I'm good at gaming. I'll even write my answer down if you bring me that quill and paper."
"I'll not walk over there naked." She was covered from collarbone down in the sheet and wished to stay that way.
"I will then." He rose, his erection bobbing, and crossed the room. Goodness, he had not one speck of modesty.
Observing his broad shoulders and bulging muscles everywhere, she sighed before she could stop herself. She had never dreamed she would enjoy staring at a naked man.
At the writing desk, he bent over, bringing her attention to his lean, manly arse, while he scribbled on the paper. What an intriguing sight.
"Make sure it is a word I recognize," she said.
"You ken this word." When he turned and strode back toward her, his erection was even larger. She forced herself not stare at it.
He lay down and covered himself as before but his tarse tented the sheet.
"You love gambling, do you not?" she asked, hoping to distract him.
"Aye. I usually win." He looked very pleased with himself. "And now for that kiss, madame."
She did not fear him anymore, but she was not entirely comfortable with him either. He had obviously written some word that meant his male member—probably tarse—and kissing him there would be scandalous. But…intriguing. She had heard women whispering of this in France and how intensely a man enjoyed it. Much in the same way he had pleasured her with his mouth the night before.
A dare lurked in his eyes and in his smile. He didn't think she would do it, she knew. He thought she was afraid.
She rose over him and pulled down the sheet to reveal his erection. Ma foi! Heat flamed over her when she studied his massive proportion close up. Leaning forward, she detected his scent was clean, musky and hypnotizing. She kissed his shaft once…twice. His skin was hot, silky smooth, and the flesh beneath, hard as stone. She flicked out the tip of her tongue for an experimental taste.
Lachlan stiffened and groaned.
She drew back, her gaze shooting to his darkened eyes, near closed in desire.
"Mmm." He hissed a few Gaelic words. "Very, very nice and I thank you." He blew out two long breaths, as if calming himself. "Any chance you might do that once more?"
"No, I will not!" At least not right now. Though she wanted to, she would not indulge his every carnal whim. He might think he had control over her.
"'Tis too bad." He bolted upright, flipped her face down onto the mattress and pinned her. "Because you lose again."
"What? That is what you were thinking. You wished me to kiss your tarse."
His brief growl and hot breath tickled her ear. "No matter how much I desire that, 'tis not what I wrote on the paper."
"You tricked me! You lout!" She squirmed, trying to free herself from his firm hold.
He gave a wicked chuckle. "I told you, I am good at gaming."
"Go get the paper and let me see."
"Again, you think I would lie?"
"Yes!"
"Very well." He climbed off the bed, retrieved the paper from the desk and held it up for her inspection.
"Elbow?" she demanded. "Why would you desire me to kiss your elbow?"
He grinned. "My elbows like to be kissed."
"You are a cheat!" And how bold and silly she had been, kissing his shaft. She would never live that down.
"I played fairly. Now I get to bite your sweet…little…round arse."
"No, it will hurt."
"You agreed to this bet."
"If it hurts, I get to bite you three times, hard as I want, anywhere I want. Are you agreed?"
"Och! You learn fast. That makes me proud. Aye, you may bite me…anywhere but my tarse. If you bite me there, it must be very gentle."
"Très bien." Heavens, she could not bite him there, could she?
"Agreed, then." He winked.
"Write it on the paper and sign it."
"I don't understand why you refuse to trust me." He proceeded to her writing desk and drew up the contract. The sheet wrapped around her, she followed and read the paper when he'd finished.
"Now, bend over." He grinned like a big, hungry wolf.
She ran to the bed and leapt on it. He landed half on top of her, turned her onto her stomach and shoved the sheet away from her derriere.
"Mmm, 'twill be tasty." He first kissed it, grazed his teeth over it, then gently pressed his teeth against her skin. It was not a real bite and hurt not at all. He then proceeded to do the same to the other cheek. He brushed his beard stubble over it, tickling.
She giggled. "One bite is all you are allowed, monsieur."
"I haven't bitten you yet."
"Yes, you did and it hurt."
"Liar! Does this hurt?" He licked her skin.
"No." Heavens, he had a wicked, delightful tongue. The itching moisture of arousal grew more intense between her legs.
"This?" He placed several kisses over her cheeks.
"No." A little ache speared her center, making her wish he'd put his erection to use.
Behind her, Lachlan spread her legs and crawled between. Angelique was more fun to play with than any woman he had yet encountered. The hellcat had sheathed her claws and become the purring kitten eager for petting.
When he widened her legs, she arched her back. So inviting. Placing a hand beneath her belly, he pulled her upward, parted her feminine lips and licked between. Her sweet arousal intensified his need. He flicked that tiny nub of flesh and she gasped.
She arched her back further, pressing firmly against him as if she wanted more. He gave her a thorough licking, until she was whimpering and crying out.
Kneeling behind her, he stroked the tip of his shaft through her generous moisture and between those delicate folds that reminded him of pink rose petals. He pushed just inside, her heat near scorching him. Keeping in mind she might be sore, he controlled his movements.