“Come,” he said haggardly. “Before I take you right here and now.”
“You’re a lesson in sinning, Laird,” she said in her prim, disapproving voice.
He grinned and chucked her cheek in an affectionate manner. “Aye, that may be true, lass, but you’re no saint yourself.”
Mairin watched her husband as she ate the food that Maddie delivered after Mairin and Ewan retired to their chamber. He looked deceptively lazy, sprawled on the bed, hands behind his head and legs crossed at the ankle.
He’d stripped to just his trews, and she found it hard to concentrate on her food when he was lying there looking so blasted appealing.
As she downed the last of her food, her conversation with Maddie came to mind. She ducked her head, sure that Ewan would see the blush rising on her face, and she had no desire to tell him her thoughts. Not when they were so deliciously indecent.
But now that the thought had stuck in her mind, she studied him from the corner of her eye and wondered if she had the nerve to do as Maddie had described. It stood to reason that if he could make her so mindless with his mouth, the reverse would also be true.
“Are you finished yet, wife?” Ewan drawled.
She glanced down at the empty trencher and slowly set it aside. Aye, this was indeed the perfect time to try her wiles. She nearly giggled at the idea of her having wiles. Mother Serenity would be most stern over such a thought.
Not wanting to seem too obvious, she took her time preparing for bed. She undressed with a great deal more care than she usually exerted, her every movement slow and sensual. Twice she peeked to the side to see Ewan watche was lher, his eyes dark and hooded.
When she was completely nude, she sashayed to the basin of water and made a great production of washing. She turned to the side to give Ewan a good view of her profile, and she heard him suck in his breath when her ni**les puckered in the wake of the damp cloth.
Having worked up the sufficient courage and having had enough time to formulate her plan, she tossed aside the cloth and moved toward the bed.
“You’re still clothed, husband,” she murmured as she stood over him.
Though he still wore his trews, they did nothing to disguise the bulge between his legs. He was hard and getting harder with every passing second.
“Aye, lass, but I can remedy that.”
He started to push upward, but she reached down and pressed a hand to his chest.
“ ’Tis my duty to undress you.”
He settled back onto the bed as her fingers went to the laces of his trews. As soon as she loosened them sufficiently, his erection jutted upward. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to his size. And she couldn’t even fathom how she’d get it in her mouth, but Maddie seemed sure that it was done by plenty of women.
When she had trouble tugging the material over his hips, he lifted them and his hands covered hers as he helped push it down his legs.
When he would have sat up, she once again pushed him down, only this time she followed him down, until her lips were a mere breath from his.
She kissed him, enjoying the feel of his mouth beneath hers. Her hands wandered over his chest, and she marveled at how hard and solid he was. The roughness of his scars contrasted with the bristle of the hair underneath her palms. His ni**les puckered and hardened under her touch and she went back, rubbing over them again, fascinated by the reaction that was similar to her own.
“What are you about, lass?” he murmured against her mouth.
She smiled and nuzzled his jaw and kissed her way down to his neck just like he’d done to her. Judging by the sudden tension in his body, he liked it every bit as much as she had.
“I have a theory,” she whispered as she hovered just over one flat nipple. Then she flicked her tongue out and licked the point until it hardened and jutted outward.
Ewan groaned. “What is your theory, lass?”
Placing both hands on his chest, she trailed her tongue down his midline until it dipped into his navel. He flinched and arched upward, his erection prodding at her side.
“My theory is that men might enjoy being kissed … down there … as much as women enjoy a man’s mouth … down there.”
“Ah hell,” Ewan gasped out.
She curled her hand around his thick manhood and tucked the head between her lips.
He sounded like a man taking in his last breaths of life. His body was so tense and bowed that he resembled a wooden beam. His hands flew to the bed and gripped the linens. Oh aye, he liked it.
Emboldened by his obvious enjoyment, she took him deeper, running her hand up and down the shaft as she sucked him farther into her mouth.
“Mairin,” he gasped. “Oh sweet heaven, lass. Have mercy.”
She smiled and lowered her fingers to stroke his swollen sac. He arched his hips, thrusting even as she took him as deep as she could. He was impossibly hard, so turgid that she wondered how he didn’t split his skin.
He throbbed in her hand, hard, yet velvety soft, like a steel sword encased in silk.
“Lass, I can’t take much more. You need to stop before I spill in your mouth.”
Still gripping him in her hand, she raised her head so she could look into his eyes. Her hair fell forward and he reached up to smooth it from her face, his palm cradling her cheek as he did so.
“Would you like to spill in my mouth?” she asked shyly.
“Ah, Mairin, that’s like asking a dying man if he wants to live.”
She cupped his face between her hands and lowered her mouth to kiss him. Long and sweet, she licked over his lips and dove inside, brushing her tongue over his, tasting him and teasing.