“I like the idea of tasting you,” she whispered.
He cupped her br**sts, and as she pulled away, he raised the mounds and lifted his head so that he could feast on her ni**les. She leaned heavily on him, her knees weak and shaking under the onslaught. If she gave him half a chance, he’d turn the tables on her seduction.
She pulled away but softened her withdrawal with another kiss, and then she kissed another path down his chest, to his firm belly and then beyond to the nest of hair where his erection jutted hard and bold.
She licked first, tracing the bulging vein on the underside of the thick shaft. When she reached the head, there was already a droplet of liquid seeping from the slit. She lapped gently, sipping at the slightly salty taste of him.
Ewan’s breath escaped in one long hiss, and when she lowered her mouth down his length, he seemed to lose all of his carefully cultivated control.
He writhed on the bed, his movements desperate and unmeasured. She held him tight, using her tongue to drive him wild. His hand closed around hers and he pulled upward, his grip tightening as he worked her hand up and down. Realizing what it was he wanted her to do, she began to move her hand in rhythm with her mouth.
“Ah, lass, like that. Just like that,” he moaned.
His hand tangled in her hair and then gripped the base of her neck, holding her as his hips hammered upward. She took him to the back of her throat and then hot liquid exploded onto her tongue, filling her mouth in a seemingly unending stream.
It was the most erotic thing she could have ever imagined, and never could she have thought that something so course and basic could have excited her beyond measure, but loving her husband in this fashion drove her as wild as it did him.
She felt powerful and equal, like she could give him every bit as much as he gave her.
He collapsed on the bed and slipped from her mouth. She swallowed the last of his passion and wiped at her lips with the back of her hand. His breaths came ragged and harsh and his gaze slid hotly over her as his chest heaved up and down.
“Come here, lass,” he said hoarsely.
He pulled her down on top of him so that their bodies fused, warm and sweaty. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as he pressed a kiss to her hair.
Remembering Maddie’s assertion that men were much more amenable after loving, Mairin lifted her head until her hair drapped over his chest.
“Ewan?”
His hands smoothed over her shoulders and down to cup her bu**ocks. He squeezed and kneaded gently as he stared up into her eyes.
“Aye, lass?”
“I would like your promise,” she said.
He cocked his head to the side. “What are you wanting me to promise?”
“I realize we’re newly married and I don’t fully know the way of things, but I’ve discovered I’m a very possessive woman. I want your promise that you’ll be faithful. I know ’tis common for some men to keep a leman—”
She was interrupted by Ewan’s scowl. Then he sighed.
“Lass, you’ve just thoroughly worn me out. Do you mind telling me how on earth I’d have the energy to bed another woman?”
She frowned. That wasn’t what she’d wanted to hear.
He sighed again. “Mairin, I took vows. I didn’t take them lightly. As long as you prove a good and faithful wife, there’s no reason for me to seek out another woman. I wouldn’t dishonor you or myself that way. Your loyalty is to me, aye, but my loyalty is to you and any children you bear me. I take my responsibilities very seriously.”
Tears crowded her eyes and she leaned down until their foreheads touched. “I’ll be faithful to you as well, Ewan.”
“You damned well better,” he growled. “I’ll kill any man who touches you.”
“Did9;ve disc like me kissing you … down there …?”
He grinned and raised his lips to smooch hers. “I liked it very much. I may require you to kiss me there every single night before we retire.”
She frowned and punched him in the gut. He laughed and sucked inward in mock agony. He grabbed her wrists and rolled, careful not to jar her side. When they were on their sides, locked together, their faces so close she could feel his breath, he touched her cheek and rubbed with the back of his knuckle.
“And now, lass, I’m thinking I have some kissing of my own to do. Complete with tongue.”
She sucked in her breath until she saw spots dancing in her vision. “Tongue? Have I told you lately how indecent your tongue is, Laird?”
“It can’t get any more indecent than yours just got,” he said.
Then he proceeded to show her that indeed, he was far, far more indecent than she could ever dream of being.
Chapter 23
Ewan woke to a heavy pounding on his chamber door. Before he could rouse himself enough to answer the summons, the door burst open. Ewan was out of bed in the next instant, his hand on the floor and around the hilt of his sword.
“Jesu, Ewan, ’tis just me,” Caelen said. “You were sleeping the sleep of the dead.”
Ewan sat back on the bed and first pulled the furs up to shield Mairin’s nudity and then to shield his own. “Get the hell out of here,” he said irritably.
“If my presence offends your maidenly modesty, I’ll turn my back until you dress,” Caelen said.
“ ’Tis not mine I’m worried over,” Ewan snarled.
“Well, hell, Ewan, I can’t see the lass, nor am I looking. ’Tis important or I wouldn’t have breached your chamber.”
“Ewan?”
Mairin’s sleepy voice rose from the covers, and her head poked out. Her hair was all rumpled, her eyes droopy, and yet somehow she still managed to look adorable. Even though Caelen claimed not to be looking, Ewan caught his brother glancing Mairin’s way.