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18: WICKED

HIS LIPS WERE soft and warm, yet firm.

Heart hammering, Davina drew back to see his reaction.

Mackay was staring down at her with a look of feral hunger on his face, one that made her already labored breathing quicken further.

She noted then that his chest rose and fell sharply now.

Davina stared up at him, her other hand coming up to trace his freshly shaven jaw.

“Kiss me, Lennox,” she whispered.

That was all it took.

With a groan low in his throat, he dipped his head, his mouth claiming hers.

And just like the evening in Oban, when they’d argued and then he’d kissed her, his embrace was fierce.

Only this time, Davina didn’t draw back and slap him for his impudence.

This time, she matched him.

Going up on her toes once more, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth feverishly attacking his.

Mackay’s hands were on her back now, sliding down her spine.

And then, he grasped her backside, hauling her hard against him.

Their bodies were flush, and although they were still fully clothed, Davina felt him: his hard body and the hot, solid length of his erection pressing into her.

Excitement swooped through Davina at this discovery, and without questioning her behavior, she let her hand travel down his torso, sliding it between them to where his shaft twitched against her belly.

She traced its swollen length with her fingertips, marveling at how it grew larger and harder still.

Mackay groaned again, the sound almost a growl.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he stepped back and started undoing the laces at the front of her kirtle.

“I need to see ye,” he rasped.

Davina plucked at his léine, her fingers then fumbling with the laces of his braies.

“And I must see ye ,” she whispered back.

“Now.”

His lips curved, even as his eyes had hooded with desire.

“As ye wish, my lady.”

They wrestled out of their clothing, the garments pooling on the scrubbed wooden floor, before falling into each other’s arms once more.

Mackay’s hands were everywhere, as was his hot mouth.

It left her lips, trailing down her jaw and throat, to where her breasts ached to be touched.

Panting, she gazed down at him as he drew an engorged nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue before he started to suck.

Davina cried out, writhing against his mouth.

Meanwhile, his hands grasped her backside once again, kneading her soft flesh.

“God help me, ye are lovely, Davina,” he groaned as he tore his mouth from her aching nipple and changed to her other breast. “Ye taste like cream and honey.”

Davina merely muttered something incoherent in reply, arching into him as he suckled her once more.

Her whole body ached for his touch now.

They still stood by the door, yet her legs wobbled as if she were a newborn foal.

Mackay sucked her nipple hard then, his teeth grazing over it, and her knees buckled.

She fell into him, and he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her over to the bed.

“Remember what I said about wanting to do wicked things to ye, lass?” he growled as they stretched out on the coverlet.

Heat pulsed between Davina’s thighs at these words.

“Aye,” she gasped.

“Well, I shall start now … come here.”

He rolled onto his back and then drew her toward him before turning her around and pulling her astride his face.

And then, to her shock, he took hold of her hips and lowered them so that her most intimate spot was splayed open for him.

Her choked cry filled the chamber when his tongue found her.

“Lennox!”

“Aye, that’s it, lass,” he growled.

“Sit on my face … grind yerself into me.”

Sweat beaded across Davina’s body, wild excitement beating through her as she obeyed.

Delicious pleasure started to build, to unfurl in her lower belly and between her thighs as his mouth and tongue pleasured her.

Gasping, she sprawled forward, the tips of her breasts grazing his flat belly.

His rod reared up to meet her, and she eagerly wrapped her fingers around its base before she slid its engorged tip in her mouth.

His shaft jerked when she took him deep, and she squirmed against his questing mouth as he increased his ministrations.

The saints forgive her, this was wicked indeed.

Wicked and thrilling.

The way he was touching her, how his tongue darted.

It drew her closer to the edge, and she writhed while pleasure steadily built, coiling tighter and tighter with each heartbeat.

She went wild, sucking on his rod hungrily, sliding her mouth up and down his length and taking him so deep that she almost choked, while she stroked his heavy bollocks.

He jerked and bucked against her, even as his mouth didn’t cease its exquisite torture.

The building pleasure in Davina’s loins exploded then, and wave after wave of melting ecstasy broke over her.

She cried out, the sound choked off by his rigid rod lodged deep inside her throat.

Her jaw was starting to ache now, but she didn’t stop working him, and an instant later, he arched up off the bed and spilled inside her mouth.

Davina drank him down eagerly, her peak extending as she swallowed the last of his seed.

And then they both collapsed on the bed, exhausted and out of breath.

Heart pounding, Davina wriggled off Mackay.

She was aware she was sitting on his face and didn’t want to smother the man.

Wordlessly, he reached down, drawing her up so that she lay against his flank, their sweat-slicked bodies melded together.

Davina rested her heated cheek upon his heaving chest, her hand spread across his thundering heart.

They lay like that for a while, neither of them speaking.

In truth, the power of speech had deserted Davina.

She had no idea couples did things like that together.

They hadn’t even tumbled, and he’d already transported her to the stars.

And as she lay there, and her racing pulse calmed, she remembered Blair.

Sadness tugged deep in her chest, yet she didn’t shy away from the memories.

Instead, she let herself relive their time together.

After dancing around each other for nearly three years, their affair had been brief and passionate.

He’d only taken her twice before that fateful day, and both times had been stolen moments, away from the prying eyes of servants.

There hadn’t been time to disrobe, to enjoy each other properly.

Both times, he’d taken her up against a wall.

She’d never had the opportunity to lie with Blair like this, to let her gaze feast upon his naked body.

She’d never taken his shaft in her mouth either or enjoyed him pleasuring her like Mackay just had.

Sorrow flowed through her like a river, and she let it.

“Ye are deep in thought,” Mackay said softly after a long while.

Davina stiffened against him, surprised at how perceptive he was.

“Aye,” she whispered.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Aye … yer breathing has gone shallow.” He paused then.

“What are ye thinking about?”

“The past.”

His fingertips trailed down her spine, caressing her lazily.

His touch made a restless ache rise once more between her thighs.

Lord, she wasn’t yet sated; she still wanted him.

“I know there’s no changing what has gone before,” she said, deliberately keeping her cheek pressed to his chest. She didn’t want to look into his eyes right now, not while she talked about this.

“But I blame myself nonetheless.” An ache rose under her breastbone then.

“As ye have seen, I have an impulsive nature … and it’s forever getting me into trouble.”

Mackay didn’t reply immediately.

And when he did, his voice was even, measured, as if he had thought his answer over carefully.

“Ye do have a passionate nature, lass … but that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

She sucked in a deep breath.

“It is when it ends with death.”

“That wasn’t yer fault. Yer father wielded the blade that killed yer lover … not ye.”

She hadn’t mentioned the incident, yet Lennox was no fool; he knew whom she was talking about.

“Aye, but if I hadn’t embarked on that affair so rashly, Blair might be alive now.”

He gave a soft snort.

“My father once told me that ye should never regret anything that is done with a sincere heart. There was no malice in yer choice, no guile.”

Davina fell silent, digesting his words.

“Yer father sounds like a wise man.”

“He was.” She caught the edge to his voice then.

“And taken too soon.” He paused, his eyes shadowing.

“However, he also made a few mistakes … and one of them was marrying my mother.”

Davina’s breathing caught, and she lifted her head, her gaze meeting his.

“That’s quite a claim. Ye should be grateful he did, Lennox Mackay, or ye wouldn’t be here.”

His mouth lifted at the corners, although his blue eyes remained somber.

“It might sound harsh, but ye didn’t have to grow up listening to them fight. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone when Da found solace in the cook’s bed … but those were stormy times indeed within the broch.” He sighed then.

“My youngest brother, Brodie, is a result of my father’s dalliance though … so some good came of it.” His fingertips continued their sensual path up and down her spine then, his gaze holding hers.

“Not every mistake we make ends in tragedy, Davina.”

“And what about this?” she breathed.

He inclined his head.

“Do ye believe this to be a mistake ?”