Page 42 of The Laird's Wicked Game
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 ifhedidn’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 thesoixante-neufbefore?”
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 thatsoixante-neufrequired 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.