Page 23 of Kidnapped by her Highland Enemy

S he was led down a corridor and up two flights of sweeping stairs, before they came to a massive room. The casements were open giving her a glimpse of the verdant hills beyond and the giant bed, a principal feature in the room, was draped in wine-red, umber, and gold that matched the drapes.

Heavy furs were thrown over the chairs by the firepit and the floor was covered with fresh rushes. A large rectangular table sat a few feet to its right and a basin with a pitcher of fresh water perched on a stand next to the window. To the bed, an oil lamp glowed golden atop an end table.

Biting her lip, she turned around to face a silent Lucas, “This room is fit for a king.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he walked in and took his tunic off, baring his chest, a span of firm, muscled, golden skin. A slight pink blush crawled up her chest and settled in her cheeks at the memory of how she had sunk her nails into his skin.

Silently, she lifted her hands and rested them on his chest. Smooth, warm flesh flexed under her fingertips. The quick pace of his heart thumped a strong rhythm beneath her palm and his ribs expanded with deep breaths. Maisie moved her hands across the expanse of his torso, smooth, very smooth.

He turned to her, dropping his hands to her hips. “Shall I call for the bath now?”

“Perhaps in a moment,” Maisie replied as she stroked her hand down his chest. Looking up and meeting his darkening eyes, she added, “It’s a shame we had not had time to ourselves since the seaside cottage. I want to be near ye for now.”

The green darkened as he pulled her to a seat and flung the fur off it, to sit and tug her on his lap. A wave of longing rose within her and she wanted him to pull her close and hold her there. She needed his warmth.

“Kiss me.” She sighed the words faintly.

He gazed at her a long moment, and then his mouth met hers. His lips were soft, but his arms were commanding, pressing her to the hardness of his body. She opened to the gentle intrusion of his tongue and, in answer to her small moan, he deepened the kiss.

Lucas’s hands settled under her bottom, lifting her a bit higher, so she could straddle him. He pulled away, and nipped at her lip, the slivers of his eyes showing a darkened hue. He took over the kiss again, rekindling desire in her body while working the strings of her gown open.

Before Maisie realized, he yanked the bodice down and dropped a kiss on her shoulder He trailed kisses down her throat to her breasts as her gown came away.

Lucas palmed on full globe while his mouth sucked and licked her tender nipples.

Back and forth he went between her breasts, sucking and gently biting her nipples until they were wine-colored and glistening, and Maisie was panting.

Her stomach clenched in a tight coil of desire as he she grew lightheaded with pleasure. A harsh moan of arousal left her mouth as lust spiked in her blood.

Lucas lavished attention to her breasts, licking and tugging them deep into his mouth before giving the hard buds a teasing nip from his sharp teeth. When she was writhing on his lap, he chuckled and began ravishing her mouth.

Sliding his tongue along hers, he plunged deep and slow until Maisie was whimpering for more, her hands frantically grabbing at his arms and her lower half unconsciously undulating against him. Lucas rucked up her skirts and she moaned into the kiss, shivering as he pulled her all the way onto him.

He snaked his hand between her legs and swept two fingers along the slick folds of womanly flesh. Smirking, he brushed over her tight bud, laughing softly when she shuddered.

“So wet. Wet and ready for me to take ye, m'eudail ,” he crooned as he teased her. “Are ye ready for me?”

When he pushed two fingers inside her, she bit down on her bottom lip to muffle her cries. He pumped his fingers in and out of her puss as her inner muscles flexed around him.

“Scream if you want to. Don’t hold it in,” Lucas ordered.

“Oh, oh...” she moaned, her voice hitching as pleasure unfurled within her. “Please, I need… more…”

While sinking her fingers into his shoulder, she felt him lift her with one hand and unlace his trews with the other and slowly, so agonizingly lowly, he moved her and seated her on his turgid length.

She bore down and over him, taking him all deep inside her, loving the feel him filling the ache so deep inside her.

Lucas groaned and tilted his head back, eyes closed while his hands flexed on her lips

Maisie arched against him, lifting herself, riding him until her moans of pleasure lapsed into incoherence. Lucas kissed her hard, spearing her mouth with his tongue as their bodies joined as one.

Their mouths separated, and holding her gaze, her lover glided back and drove forward repeatedly, at times shallow, and at others, deliciously hard and deep.

Pleasure mingled with the scandalous sounds between them, and she clasped his shoulders.

At times, Lucas took charge, lifting her body and pulling her down unto him.

At times, he latched onto her bobbing breast and suckled, t was such a wicked ride filling her with such wildness and bliss. Acting on the wanton urge beating in her blood, she picked up pace, chasing the chasm of bliss just outside of her grasp.

Lucas’s guttural groan of approval filled her with pleasure, pushing himself even deeper inside her body and making the pressure in her body that much more overwhelming.

He kissed her and seconds later, Maisie shattered and thrashed in delight, oblivious to anything else but the thrilling heating her flesh, aware only of the glorious bliss inside her as it spread, fizzling through every nerve as her body.

Wave after wave of shivery pleasure licked at her skin. “Oh, Giles!”

His length flexed inside her and then, he was bucking, his seed spilling hot and fulfilling inside her. Completely spent, they bent their heads and rested their foreheads together, the evidence of their passion still sticky upon their skin.

“God’s blood,” He groaned into her ear, and rubbed their noses together. “Ye make me lose me control every time I touch ye.”

Blinking the tingles from her eyes, Maisie reached out and cupped his cheek, thumbling the stubble she felt coming in. “I daenae mind.”

Gently, he eased her off his lap and kissed her cheek, “I’ll call for our bath.”

She had not noticed that there was a bathing chamber annexed to Lucas’s bedchamber and when the maids came bearing buckets of water, Lucas hid her under a thick woolen mantle, and opened the windows to release the smell of their coupling.

When the tub was filled, Lucas stopped her with a goblet of wine. “Tis Frankish wine,” he said after taking a mouthful and offering it to her.

Taking the goblet, she drank deeply, savoring the heady liquid and licked her lips at the wonderful taste.

A delicious sensation of warmth coursed through her body, and she drained the goblet. Her lips, reddened from the wine, Maisie said, “Thank ye. It tastes marvelous.”

He led them to the brass tub and tipped a generous amount of perfumed lavender oil into the steaming bath water.

After Maisie peeled the mantle off her she stepped into the tub and sank into the water.

Murmuring contentedly, she settled deeper into the large brass tub while Lucas rested on the edge of it.

Folding his arms over his bared chest, he grinned. “Happy, aren’t ye?”

“After nearly a sennight without a proper bath, aye, I am,” she murmured, luxuriating in the heat and relaxing aroma. Slipping an eye open, she asked, “Why are ye nay in here with me? The water is divine.”

He chuckled and rested his weight on the doorpost, “Nay lass. Baths are nae to me liking. I’d rather prefer to watch ye and then take a dip in the loch beyond here.”

Sinking more into the tub, Maisie reached for a small cake of lavender-scented soap to lather her arm. The perfumed air delighted her beyond measure and she smiled while breathing in the fragrant steam.

Maisie sighed with pleasure. Everything felt so delightfully warm to her—the steaming bath, the red wine coursing through her blood, Lucas’s eyes coasting over in heated swathes. Cracking an eye open, she gazed at him, oddly stunned by how handsome he was.

She recognized the tender gleam his eyes took on whenever they were fixed on her and felt her heart lurch a little. Who would have thought he—the enemy her clan had—was now to be her husband?

Fate is a strange thing.

When the water grew tepid, Maisie decided to step out and flushed to the roots of her hair at how Lucas’s eyes trailed over her. He stepped forward and handed her a towel.

The leaping flames in the fireplace cast a glowing aura about her slender form, accentuating her delicate curves.

She seemed bathed in light, from her head to her toes.

The delicate beauty of her features shone with ethereal radiance, the soft curls of her brown hair glimmering with flickering light from the fire.

How I want to see her body littered with my kiss marks, laying on my bed, in throes of bliss.

Lucas battled with his desire and logic, then reluctantly gave her a loose léine as she headed to the bed, “If I had me way, lass, I wouldnae want a stitch on ye.”

She tilted her head, “Then why are ye giving me this?”

Lucas leaned in, “Because if ye are bare in me bed, we’d never leave the room till three days’ time. Get into bed, lass. I’ll be back in a while. I must speak with me faither.”

Dressed, Maisie reached over and kissed him, “Hurry back.”

Before he left, Lucas made sure to stroke the fire higher and tighten the casements before he left the room and closed the door behind him.

He didn’t want to leave Maisie so soon, but he knew his father wanted to see him.

He knew Cinead was going to question him about his decision to marry Maisie and Lucas would rather get it done and put to bed than have it linger over him till morn.