Page 16 of The Laird’s Wicked Game (Highland Scandal #2)

RAE GLANCED UP, focusing on her once more, his lips quirking. “Shall I undress ye first?”

“No,” she murmured, her voice catching as nerves got the better of her. And with that, before she lost her courage altogether, she stepped close to him, tugging his lèine from his braies.

Rae’s smile widened, and he set the book down on the bed once more. He then caught the hem of his lèine and pulled the tunic over his head in one fluid movement.

Breathing shallowly now, Kylie raised a hand and trailed her fingertips down, from his collar bone—over the hard planes of his chest, and over the crisp curls of hair that covered it—to his belly. She halted at the waistband of his braies then before beginning to unlace them .

Curse her trembling hands, she wasn’t doing this gracefully. Of course, the last time she’d been intimate with a man was with Errol. Even though it had been a long while, this felt strange—illicit.

Rae didn’t seem to mind her fumbling though. He patiently waited as she undid his braies and then pushed them down over his hips. His rod sprang free—long, thick, and hard.

Kylie’s breathing caught. Then, without thinking, she ran her fingertips along the proud, quivering length of it, tracing the vein that bulged against the velvety skin. He groaned at her gentle touch, and she slid her fingers around his girth, squeezing gently.

Rae made a strangled noise before catching her by the wrist. “No, lass,” he said throatily. “We’re following the instructions, remember?” With that, he kicked off his braies. Reaching out, he fisted the linen of her night-rail and pulled the flimsy garment over her head.

An instant later, she stood there naked save for her slippers. Aware of Rae’s hot gaze upon her body, she kicked off her slippers and raised her gaze, watching him observe her. And the hunger on his face made desperate need clutch at her belly.

Like the rest of her sisters, Kylie’s body was strong and lush. The MacGregor women were small in stature yet sturdily built. “Made for bearing bairns and working hard,” their mother had often quipped. She’d sometimes wished for a slenderer form, although the way Rae was staring at her right now made her feel like the most desirable woman ever born.

Her skin prickled, her breathing hitching when he stepped in close. He reached out, drawing her heavy braid over one shoulder and removing its tie. He then unwound the braid, letting her hair fall in waves over her shoulders. “ Ye have no idea how much I’ve longed to let yer hair down,” he said huskily. “To tangle my fingers through it.”

She stared up at him, her heart pounding as he did just that.

Then, cupping her face with his hands, he leaned in for a slow, sensual kiss.

The heat of his mouth, the slide of his tongue, made her melt into him. She kissed him back, and within moments, their embrace went from slow and exploratory to hungry. Groaning a curse, Rae ripped his mouth from hers then, his lips trailing down her jaw to her throat. “So lovely,” he rasped, lowering himself to his knees before her, his hungry mouth fastening upon her swollen, aching breasts.

She bit down on her lower lip as he sucked on each engorged nipple, grazing it with his teeth and teasing it until she writhed against him. Her hands lifted to his head, sliding through his short hair and pulling him closer still as his mouth grew hungrier. With each suck, her quim throbbed.

This wasn’t described in the chapter she’d opened, although she was pleased he’d started with lavishing attention upon her paps. Indeed, she was enjoying it so much that a soft cry of disappointment escaped her when he drew back and rose to his feet.

His magnificent rod bobbed before him, and her greedy hands reached out to stroke it once more. However, with a soft laugh, he stepped back before nodding at the bed. “No,” he murmured. “The book … remember?”

Huffing an oath, she watched as he moved to the bed and stretched out onto his back, as the book instructed .

Nervousness fluttered through Kylie then. What would happen next wasn’t a mystery. She’d read this chapter carefully. She knew how things would go. Nonetheless, something inside her quailed. What they were about to do was so intimate. What if she didn’t enjoy it? What if he didn’t? What if—

“Come here, lass.” Rae’s husky voice intruded upon her spiraling thoughts.

She padded toward the bed, nervously wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue. “So, ye have never attempted the soixante-neuf before?”

He shook his head, even as his eyes hooded.

“I haven’t either,” she whispered. Breathing quickly and shallowly, she climbed onto the bed. However, instead of turning away from him and straddling his face, as the book instructed, she hesitated. “What if I smother ye?”

Rae’s low laugh rumbled across the bedchamber. “That’s not likely.”

Her pulse started to thud in her ears. “But—”

“Ye won’t,” he interrupted her, gently yet firmly. His eyes glinted wickedly then. “Although, if ye do, there are worse ways to go.”

“Rogue!” She swatted her hand at him, but he caught her wrist and drew her around before lifting her into position.

Her breathing stilled, and she closed her eyes as he gently spread her thighs wide, exposing her to him. Heat flushed over her, sweat beading upon her skin. She started to tremble then, her need quickening as he stroked her bared inner thighs. His fingers then spread her wider still before he pulled her down, his mouth covering her sex .

And when his tongue started to circle and flick, as the book instructed, the pleasure that arched through her loins made her choke down a cry. He was only getting started though, for his relentless tongue continued. Her soft panting filled the chamber as he worked her.

But she couldn’t forget that soixante-neuf required them both do to their part.

Trembling under his sensual onslaught, she leaned toward his groin.

His rod was rock-hard now, its smooth, rounded head slick with moisture as it thrust up to meet her. And when she cupped his heavy, tight bollocks, his shaft jerked. “Magnificent,” she whispered, squeezing slightly.

He rewarded her with a low groan, and then his tongue speared into her.

She gasped, her body starting to quiver.

Trying to concentrate on her task, she leaned close and took the head of his shaft into her mouth, sucking gently at first, while her fingers wrapped firmly around the base of him.

She sighed. He tasted salty, musky—delicious. With a groan of her own, she drew him deep into her mouth, letting the tip of her tongue glide down his length as she went.

His body jerked before he growled a curse, his breath feathering against her sex. “Slowly,” he panted, “Or I’ll spill too soon.”

She took his advice, leisurely sliding her mouth up and down his rod. She removed her hand from its base, and with each slide attempted to bring him deeper. He was big, and soon the head of his shaft hit the back of her throat. However, a wild excitement had now quickened in her lower belly, her wet mouth sliding easily down his swollen length .

He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, his hips lifting off the bed.

And all the while, his mouth continued to devour her, his tongue teasing the swollen bud nestled within the petals of her sex.

This felt even better than she’d expected. Her entire body tingled, every nerve set alight by his touch. At the same time, she felt as if she were molten wax, and he were a bright flame.

Fumbling for his hand that gripped her hip, she grabbed it, and placed it on the back of her head, encouraging him to guide her.

Grunting, he tangled his fingers into her hair and pushed her onto his swollen member, canting his hips each time she brought him deep into her mouth and throat. Pleasure coiled in her lower belly, the tender flesh between her thighs throbbing as she worked him in a frenzy now, grabbing hold of his thighs to anchor herself. Her legs jerked with each glide and flick of his tongue, heat building and coiling—until she lost control.

Throbbing waves of pleasure rippled out through her groin and lower belly, and she literally saw stars as she shuddered and writhed against his hungry mouth. Her raw cry would have echoed through the chamber—likely waking the broch—if his rod hadn’t gagged her.

Rae thrust his hips hard up then, driving his shaft into the back of her throat, his body quivering as he spilled.

She drank him down greedily, and as he slowly withdrew from her mouth, she licked him clean.

In the aftermath, she lay there boneless and panting. Her wits felt scattered to the four winds, and sweat bathed her limbs.

Wordlessly, Rae lifted her off him, and she rolled sideways, turning so that she leaned her cheek against his belly. Still trembling from the force of her peak, Kylie tilted her head to meet his gaze and found him staring down at her. His cheeks were flushed, his fern-green eyes the color of polished jade. “Ye studied that chapter well,” he rasped.

She gave a breathless laugh. “So, I know how to follow instructions?”

“Aye … the teacher makes a fine student.”

He held out a hand to her, and she took it, allowing him to draw her up against him. Lying in the cradle of his arms, listening to the steady thud of his heart against her cheek, she felt truly at peace for the first time in a very long while. The realization unnerved her slightly. Careful. Aye, the things they’d just done to each other had been exciting, freeing, but this was just a game. An exploration of all the things they’d both missed out on over the years. That was all it meant.

She couldn’t get too comfortable with this man.

“I can hear ye thinking,” he said eventually, rousing her.

She snorted. “Aye?”

“Ye don’t regret what we just did, do ye?”

“No,” she replied honestly and without hesitation.

“What is it then?”

She didn’t answer immediately. In truth, she didn’t want to share her thoughts with Rae. It was best he believed she was in control of her emotions. If he suspected she was already struggling, then he might decide to end things after tonight.

Panic fluttered up then. We’ve only just begun.

“I’m thinking about what position to choose for when we next couple,” she said eventually.

Laughter rumbled through his chest. “Aye? ”

She shifted up onto one elbow and gazed down at him, her fingertip trailing down his sweat-damp chest, tracing the whorls of hair there. “Aye,” she murmured.

He raised an auburn eyebrow, and when her hand traveled lower to his belly, something hard and hot nudged it. Kylie’s core clenched in response. Despite that she’d just peaked, she was desperate to have him inside her.

“Ready for more?” he asked.

She nodded.

Rae lifted a hand to stroke her face. “I will ensure to withdraw before spilling,” he assured her.

She favored him with a soft smile, even as her chest tightened. It was kind of him to worry about such things, yet he didn’t need to. “My womb will not quicken if ye release inside me,” she assured him. “I’m barren, remember?”

His eyes shadowed. “Are ye sure? I do not wish to—”

She raised her hand, placing her fingers upon his lips to silence him. She didn’t wish to discuss this. She and Errol had lain together often enough for it to be clear something was amiss with her, and the fact he’d sired three bairns with local women was proof enough. She couldn’t bear children. “I am sure.”

“What’s next then? Do ye wish me to fetch the book?” he asked after a pause.

“Aye … I will need to re-read this one,” she replied with a teasing smile. “For it’s complicated.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, inviting her to explain herself. Yet she didn’t elaborate. Instead, she retrieved The Art of Coupling and leafed through it, until she found the right place. “Here it is,” she murmured. “ The Spider .”

“The Spider? ”

“Aye.” Dropping her gaze back to the open book, she scanned the page. “It says it requires some flexibility … so hopefully, we can manage it.” He made a sound in the back of his throat at this, but she continued. “So … I lie on my back and hook my legs over yers. My hips should be raised a little above yers … while yer legs go underneath and bend to the side of my body.”

He screwed his face up, as he tried to visualize her instructions. “And then?”

“We rock back and forth until we find a rhythm that suits us.” Putting the book to one side, she shifted onto her back. “Sounds straightforward enough.”

Rae huffed a laugh. “If ye say so.” He moved around then, positioning himself between her spread thighs. His rod stood up like a banner, and the sight of it, waiting for her, made need quicken like wildfire in her loins. After some twisting, they managed to get into position. And when Rae slowly slid into her, filling her, stretching her, she bit back a deep groan. Heavens, he felt good. She was still wet and tender from her climax earlier, and he entered her easily.

Trembling now, she braced herself on her elbows while Rae leaned back on his hands. However, as they started to rock, Kylie hissed in pain.

Rae immediately halted, concern furrowing his brow. “Have I hurt ye?”

“No.” She muttered an oath then. “I’ve got cramp in my hip.”

He remained still, waiting until she nodded to him. They began to rock once more .

“Cods!” The cramp had seized her hip again, worse than before, and had spread to the back of her thigh. “I think we might have to choose another position.”

“Good idea … my back is killing me,” Rae grunted as he withdrew from her. A moment later, he rolled onto his back and pulled her astride him.

She huffed a surprised laugh. “That was a deft move, Maclean.”

His mouth curved into an embarrassed smile. “Aye, well … I’m a quick learner too.” A blush stained his cheekbones then. “I’ve always wanted a woman to ride me.”

She flushed at these words. She too had never coupled in this position. Errol had preferred Kylie under him as he plowed her.

She took hold of Rae’s shaft and positioned it between her thighs. They both groaned as she rolled her hips and eased his long thick length into her once more. Staring down at his face, she took in his parted lips, the way his eyes now hooded with lust.

“Do ye remember this position in the book?” he asked huskily.

“Aye.”

“Any advice then?”

Heat flared low in her belly. She wasn’t used to taking the lead, and yet excitement quickened within her at the thought of being in control for once.

“Grip my hips,” she instructed, thrilling at this new role. She’d never have dared to make such demands of her late husband. But Rae’s breathing quickened at her words, and he obeyed, his strong hands moving to her hips, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “Lift me slowly and move my hips in a gentle circle as ye do so. ”

He complied.

“Aye,” she breathed, as pleasure rippled through her core. “Lower me onto yer rod again … the same way.”

He did before repeating the act, again and again. And with each sensual roll and slide, she felt herself growing wetter and needier. A throb started deep within her quim, one that craved more. And the instructions in The Art of Coupling told her how to get what she wanted.

She widened her legs even further and leaned forward, bracing herself on the bed with her hands on either side of Rae’s head. And then, as he slid her down to the hilt of his member, she ground herself hard against him.

Pleasure clenched and rippled low in her belly, causing her to gasp. “Oh, aye,” she whimpered.

Rae groaned, sweat beading on his brow as his eyelids flickered. “Christ’s blood,” he ground out. “How am I supposed to last when ye make sounds like that?”

She tried to laugh, but the coiling hunger in her core screamed to be sated. And so, she started to ride him, her breasts swinging in his face as she ground herself against him whenever he drove deep. He had lifted his hips now, rolling his own hips with each thrust, until they both unraveled.

His eyes closed then, his head falling back against the pillow.

Relieved that he’d severed eye-contact, Kylie also looked away. It was too intense, too intimate, to hold his gaze while they coupled. Who knew what he might see in her eyes when she was at her most vulnerable?

Instead, she rode him with abandon, biting down hard on her bottom lip—for she knew she’d start screaming if she didn’t—until she peaked violently and gave herself up entirely to pleasure.