Chapter 11
Finally!
Leanna thought this day—this night—would never come!
But at long last, she was a wife—Kenneth’s wife, which was all that mattered—and as her husband kicked her chamber door shut behind him, she grinned.
“What’s that look for?” he murmured as he reached for her.
Happily, she snuggled up against his chest, pressing her cheek to his shoulder as her arms snaked around him. “I’m excited.”
“Ye’re always excited. ‘Tis why I love ye.”
Something hard was making itself known against her belly. “Aye, and I’m no’ the only one excited, eh?”
He chuckled at her teasing tone as his big hands rubbed up and down her back. “Nay, but I feel as if I’ve been waiting forever for this night. Are ye certain…?”
Tilting her head back, she sent him a saucy wink. “Why do ye think I’m excited, husband?” Already, she could feel the warm pulse of anticipation between her legs. “I’d like to get on with the begetting, if ‘tis aright with ye.”
At her words, his lovely blue eyes darkened with heat, his lids lowering halfway, as his hand rose to cup the back of her neck. “Lass,” he muttered hoarsely, before his mouth lowered to claim hers.
She pressed herself up on her toes, hoping to get even closer. Unconsciously, her pelvis began to grind against his hardness, and the sensation caused her toes to curl.
With a gasp, she broke the kiss, although he only moved his lips to her jaw, then the sensitive place below her earlobe.
“Backwards Donkey!” she gasped.
Kenneth’s lips paused, and he slowly straightened. “Backwards Donkey to ye too?”
“I want to try the Backwards Donkey!” She’d been intrigued by that position since Wynda had described it to her. “ ‘Tis when the man sits in a chair, and the woman positions herself so that…”
Blushing, she reached up on her toes and whispered the rest into Kenneth’s ear.
His eyes widened as she sank back on her heels and gazed hopefully up at him. “Really?” he murmured. “Does it have to be velvet?”
She shrugged. “For complete accuracy, aye, but I suppose we could experiment.”
His gaze was speculative, and she swore his length had grown even more beneath his kilt in the last few moments. Mayhap he enjoyed hearing of Wynda’s cataloging efforts.
“Lass, I think…” He shook his head. “I ken I’ll enjoy that. But no’ tonight.”
Leanna didn’t have time to be disappointed, because he scooped her up in his arms, and in two long strides, was lying her on her bed.
“Why no’?” she pouted, even as he straightened and reached for her foot.
“Because once I get started on this particular begetting, I’ll no’ be able to contain myself. We’re going to do this fast and hard, although I swear to ye, ye’ll enjoy it.”
Her breath caught at his vow. “I ken I will.” When he pulled her slippers off and pressed his thumb into the ball of her feet, she moaned aloud. “But later?”
“Aye,” he growled. “We’ll practice Ass Backwards whenever ye like. Later.”
He was focused on peeling down her stockings, and the sensation of his fingers behind her knee had her shivering in anticipation.
“How did ye learn about such a thing anyway?”
“Backwards Donkey,” she corrected in a gasp, as he pulled her upright and reached for her lacings. “And I have sisters. We’ve been discussing such things since I’ve been auld enough to— Oh!”
She broke off as her gown loosened and fell around her shoulders, and he lowered his lips to trail kisses along her bare skin.