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Heat and pressure and pleasure… the feel of thighs straddling his, her body rocking against his… the sound of her breathy and breathless gasps and cries mingling with his throaty groans and heaving breaths…
Everything was passion and heat, pleasure and pressure. His whole body felt like it was drawing tight, sparks racing through his blood and dancing across his skin.
He felt Valerie trembling above him, felt how close she was to her release. With a grunt, he used his free hand to drag her buttocks closer, then stroked her nub firmly with his thumb, pressing deeper inside her with his forefinger as his other hand slid up her side and tugged lightly on the sensitive nipple of her right breast.
Valerie made a sound that was half gasp, half scream, and arched against him, her body wracked with tremors as she came apart around him. Her release soaked his hand, her velvety walls clenching around his finger.
At the same time, her hand clenched around his manhood, pressure, and pleasure and pain all at once, and that pushed him over the edge.
Jude arched up into her and back into the chair at the same time, his jaw clenched around a shout of his own as release crashed over him and sent his mind spiraling into a sun-drenched golden haze.
CHAPTER 15
One moment,she was rocking against Jude, her hand wrapped around his straining erection, while his fingers caressed places deep inside her—places she’d never felt any touch before.
Then, his hand touched her justthere, and his other hand pinched her nipple, and the wave of heat and pleasure that had been building inside her broke and crashed down on her. The world vanished in a white-gold flare of heat, pressure, and pleasure that carried her away like a tide of relentless, wonderful fire.
She regained awareness to find herself still mostly undressed, sprawled across Jude’s broad chest. Her limbs felt almost boneless, her skin still singing with the aftermath of her release.
Gradually, she became aware of other things—the fabric bunched between them, the feel of Jude’s bare skin against her own, and the ache where her thighs were beginning to feel the strain of straddling his broader, more muscular ones. She couldalso feel the cold stickiness of their release on her stomach and legs.
She sat back, looking down with dismay. “Och, I’m such a mess…”
Jude chuckled underneath her, the sound reverberating through her still-sensitive body. “Ye mean, we’re a mess. But it can be easily mended.”
Strong hands helped her stand up and then guided her to sit in a nearby chair when her legs proved still unable to hold her. Valerie watched as Jude strode across the room to the water pitcher and dunked a strip of fabric into it before wringing it out. He soaked another strip of fabric and then brought it over to her.
Valerie blushed and looked away, unable to meet his eyes as she took the cool, damp cloth and used it to clean away the evidence of their shared pleasure.
I cannae believe I did this. I kenned it was a mistake, and still I…
“Ye look upset.” Jude’s soft voice made her look up.
He’d already set himself to rights, his shirt laced up and his kilt rearranged so it appeared as though nothing had happened between them.
Valerie flushed and hurried to fix the bodice of her dress before standing up and rearranging her skirts around her. “It is nothin’. I was only thinking that it was foolish of me to do this. A mistake on both our parts.”
Jude blinked. “Ye think it was a mistake?”
“Ye think it wasnae?” Valerie retorted.
The afterglow of pleasure was fading, leaving her feeling cold, almost empty.
“Why should it be?”
Valerie snorted. “How could it nae be? After experiencin’ what I’ve shared with ye, how do ye expect me to go to another man? Ye show me what desire and pleasure mean, and then expect me to wed another. How am I supposed to do that?”
Jude furrowed his brow.
For a moment, Valerie hoped that he might speak up, perhaps refute her statement as he had done a few days ago. But he shook his head.
“I cannae marry ye, lass. I’ve sworn…”
Disappointment crashed over her, bitter and stinging as vinegar in open wounds. “Och, I wasnae proposing to ye, My Laird, havenay fear.” A soft, bitter laugh escaped her lips. “But I doubt my future husband will be as skilled as ye, and more’s the pity.”
I doubt he’ll have any care for my pleasure or desire either.
Jude’s expression darkened. “I thought I told ye nae to talk about bein’ with another man around me. For as long as ye’re here in my castle, there’s nay other man in yer life. Ye’re mine, and nae as just my seamstress, as ye well ken. Yer moans belong to me, yer banter belongs to me, yer glares belong to me. Mine. All of it.”