Don't Give A Damn About My Plaid Reputation (Bad in Plaid 4)

Aye.

Yesterday, she’d almost died. Oh, she’d told Kester it had been more fear than injury which had put her to sleep as he’d pulled her from the water, but the ice cold hadn’t helped either.

But he’d cared for her. He cared for her.

Even now, he was protecting her, warming her. Her belly was full, and she was warm and cherished.

He mumbled something in his sleep, his breath warm against the back of her neck, and his arm slid around her. The movement snugged her arse up against the most intriguing bit of hardness, and his hand came to rest almost touching her breast.

Well, almost isnae good enough, is it?

Because after yesterday, after the last days of being almost with Kester, Robena knew what she wanted.

‘Twas time to make him hers.

Or make her his.

She was unclear on the terminology.

Sex. Ye want to have sex with him.

Aye, that was it.

Still smiling, she began, very slowly, to scooch down the bed, while gently lifting the heavy forearm which lay across her torso. It wasn’t easy, and it resulted in him shifting once or twice, but finally…

Finally…

She was able to rest his hand down, once more.

Where it belonged.

And when his callused palm cupped her small breast, almost completely covering it, she couldn’t swallow down the delighted moan, even knowing she’d been the one to place him there.

‘Twas amazing how wonderful this man could make her feel, even without meaning to. His fingers tightened, and although it had most certainly been involuntary, she gasped and surged backward, her arse cradling his cock, flexing against it.

‘Twas his turn to make a noise very like a groan, as his thumb and forefinger found her nipple and rolled it.

This time she didn’t bother trying to swallow down her response, but arched in his hold, her hand reaching behind to his hip, and squeezing. St. Kelsi help her, if he wasn’t awake soon, she had to ensure he would be….

His movements languid and gentle, Kester’s callused fingers caressed the sensitive skin around her nipple, driving her mad. His thumb brushed against the swollen bud and the sensation shot straight down to the junction of her thighs, where her hips jerked as if he’d caressed another swollen bud.

Instinctively, her hand dropped from his hips to her curls, searching for release. She involuntarily pressed her arse back once more, and this time, his cock was erect enough to slide below the globes of her cheeks…between her legs.

She heard him suck in a breath on a hiss as her wetness coated him. His cock rested against the opening of her core, but from behind. ‘Twas deliciously wicked, and she could feel herself pulsing around his hardness, aching for him.

Aching to be filled.

His hand fell away from her breast, gliding along her stomach until his fingers cupped hers, which were circling her clitoris. His fingertips nudged hers out of the way, and that’s when she decided he was most definitely awake.

But the silence of the room, lit only by the gentle glow from the hearth coals—the remains of the fire he’d lit to care for her—seemed too sacred to break with words. So instead of encouraging him, she reached again for his hip, pulling him closer, allowing the whole of her back to rest against his chest.

‘Twas an intimate position, one which she wouldn’t have considered. Dimly, she wondered if Wynda’s book, as dictated by the Gray Lady, included this position.

Nay, because his cock isnae actually in ye yet.

But she could imagine how it could be. And if he continued to caress her core this way, she would demand it.

His fingers teased her gently, the way he had during their nights in the woods together. He knew exactly how to caress her pearl, the center of her pleasure, then drag his forefinger along her swollen slit. Her lips were wet with need for him, and as he pressed one finger ever so minutely into her, she couldn’t contain the moan which escaped her lips.