Page 63 of Bride takes a Scot

In time, she heard Declan’s footsteps in the hallway outside of their chamber and in no time, Declan opened the door. His eyes instantly found hers. Quietly, he closed the door and stood rigidly, watching her. Isabella almost read his thoughts because a desirous mien overtook his gaze. He began to approach the bed, and as he did so, he removed his garments. She marveled at the view of his body. Taut muscles, steely arms, strong thighs, and lovely manliness met her gaze.

He pulled back the bedcover and lay next to her. Declan reached to extinguish the candle on the table by the bedside, but she stopped him.

“Leave the candle lit, please.”

“Why? I like it dark when we sleep.”

She exhaled with a light laugh. “Do you really plan to sleep?”

Declan grunted. “Ye were almost killed yestereve.”

“Almost. I am well, truly, Declan. There is nothing wrong with me. I want you.”

He groaned and turned on his side. “I do not want to hurt ye.”

“Please…” She pleaded in her most teasing tone.

Declan leaned over her and set his mouth on hers. The pleasure of his kiss swarmed through her body. She needed, wanted, and craved his touch. Having him in her arms again thoroughly aroused her. Declan was a sweet lover and easily spurred her lust. Their kiss lingered for a long moment until she pulled away and pushed his body back.

“Let me,” she said. “I cannot wait, Declan. I need you now.”

Declan eased back and watched her with hooded eyes. “Do ye now?” He spread his arms wide and grinned. “Do as ye will, love.”

Isabella straddled his body. She pressed her hands over his rigid torso to his strong neck and caressed him. Purposely, she kept her breasts within his mouth’s reach. Declan easily followed her lead and took her hardened nipple in his mouth. Isabella groaned. The exquisite sensation brought on twinges deep within her.

“I am not going to last…” Isabella took hold of his manhood and shifted to help him enter her. She huffed at the intensity of it. With her eyes closed, she propelled her body to take him in, thrusting hard against his erection and within seconds a rush of culmination swarmed her. She couldn’t breathe, think, or move, but fell against Declan in a heap of well-pleasured bliss.

He tenderly kissed her shoulder. “Ye are the fairest of lasses, love, when ye come undone.”

Isabella breathed hard and kept her head against his shoulder. When she’d calmed enough, she raised her face and kissed him with all the passion coursing through her. He yanked her to him, easing himself from her, and rolled her onto her back. She squealed lightly but instantly wrapped her legs around his hips.

Declan set light kisses over her face, neck, and chest. His rough hands caressed her arms and body. When he entered her the second time, she moaned. He held her legs almost above her body and thrust hard until his breath came heavily.

Isabella couldn’t control her desire and another maddening climax overtook her. She cried out at the bliss and tilted her head back. She gripped her calves and kept her position, delighting in the view of him as he neared ecstasy. His handsome face tightened as the first wave of his climax consumed him. Isabella released her legs and set her hand on his face. She roamed her hand over his body but when she reached the pounding of his heart, she stilled and took pleasure in feeling his excitement.

Declan moaned deeply and came undone. She soothed him by whispering how much she liked what he’d done, how her body still twinged. The aftermath of their loving was just as pleasurable as the act itself. Isabella would never tire of him, and she shook the thought of love from her mind. She never believed a person could love another and that it was a senseless emotion. Isabella always thought love was for fools. She now realized she was the biggest fool of them all.

“Good Lord, woman, you are going to slay me.”

Isabella giggled. “I like being with you…like this.”

He grunted. “And I you, love.”

She lay next to him and meandered her fingers over the sparse hairs on his chest. “Can we ever do it like we did that night in the cottage?”

Declan didn’t glance at her but pressed his hand over her arm. “A husband does not take his wife that way. Husbands make love to their wives. What ye are suggesting is that we make war.”

“Oh, I love the sound of that. Will you make war with me again?”

Declan moaned. “Wife, cease this talk. I will not take ye in anger again, so nay, we will never make war again.”

Isabella pouted. Somehow, she had to get Declan to understand that war was exactly what she wanted. She wanted his rough hands on her. Even though he had more than pleasured her by making love to her, she wanted more. She wanted war and Isabella knew exactly how to obtain it. It would take a little cunning on her part and the use of his sword.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Declan was upand at his duties before the sun rose. There was much to accomplish. He met with the seasoned soldiers in his army and directed them to work with the less experienced soldiers. He needed his men ready in case he had to confront his enemy’s army.

Anse stood beside him after he dismissed the regiment. “Ye do not think Silas was behind the false accusation then? I swore it was him.”