“I know,” he said, pressing her gently back against the stone, his hands tugging up her skirt, his mouth closing on the hollow of her throat where her pulse thumped like a scared rabbit.
“Today, I mean,” she said, wondering if she should feel guilty.
Wondering if he would take it as some manner of betrayal.
But if he was surprised or angry he didn’t show it. He was too busy hoisting her leg up over his hip. “Good…” His fingers found her passage, and he groaned. “He left you ready for me.”
“Oh, God,” Arabella whispered, throwing her head back in ecstasy as Davy’s swollen cockhead probed at her entrance, then slammed into her with a satisfying thrust. It was a wild and wicked and sinful thing to do. And she loved Davy for doing it to her. No, that couldn’t be possible, could it? That she could love Davy and Malcolm both?
Fortunately, she was too consumed with passion to give more thought to it.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and Davy was more than strong enough to hold her aloft as he pumped into her. Holding onto his strong shoulders, she found herself swiftly hurtling toward her climax.
How had that happened? How had it stolen upon her so swiftly?
“Davy, you’re going to make me come.”
“I won’t last long if you do,” he said by her ear, tossing his head so that his sweaty red curls flew away from his eyes and he could stare at her face. And then he grinned. “But I want to make you scream.”
“Everyone will hear if I do!”
He laughed. “And come rushing out of the dining hall to see me swiving a lass against a wall? Oh, aye. I think you’d turn red from the tips of your toes to the tip of your nose. And enjoy every minute of it, you naughty little minx.”
Arabella wasn’t sure if that was true. But at the moment, she was so excited, that it felt true. Worse, it was taking all her strength to keep from going over the edge and screaming. “Oh, oh, oh, please!”
Then it happened. She cried out in pure carnal ecstasy, his swollen cock pinning her against the wall, banging her hard, forcing her to an orgasm she wasn’t even sure she was ready to have.
Their cries mingled, but he did not finish.
Instead, Davy clamped his hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. A thing she was grateful for, because they heard footsteps in the hall. No doubt someone coming to investigate the noise. Davy let her down, pulling free of her still shuddering body, and grabbed her hand. “Run!”
“I can’t even walk,” she gasped.
At which point, her highland lover merely hauled her up and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her off. “Davy!” she cried, laughing in spite of herself as he ran down the hall. “You’re going to drop me.”
“Never,” was his reply, as he bounded up the stairs.
“Davy!” she shrieked again, as he carried her right past Brenna, who was so surprised to see their love play that the mousy little maid dropped a basin of water on the floor.
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“Sorry,” Davy murmured, not stopping for one moment.
They slammed into a room—she wasn’t sure which, because it was hard to see things half-way upside down—and she was dizzied to find herself laid flat upon a table. Davy hovered over her, still laughing, sweat upon his brow. “All’s well that ends well…so let’s end this, lass.”
He wanted to find his own release, and she didn’t blame him. She wanted him to come. Wanted to give him pleasure. And could not stop touching him, even as she protested, “But Brenna saw us!”
“The maid? And do you care very much what she’s going to say about it?”
Breathless as he crawled atop her, Arabella murmured, “Not so very much…”
“Good,” he said, moving between her legs to insert himself again.
His mouth closed over hers in a passionate kiss that still tasted of sunshine, and it was only a moment before he let out a guttural cry, releasing into her several warm spurts of seed that soothed her sore insides.
They had been so happy together, laughing only a moment ago, that she was surprised to hear him curse. “Goddamnit.”
“What is it?”