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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.
17: THE AFTERMATH
RAE AWOKE TO a wet tongue lapping his cheek and hot dog breath.
Eyes snapping open, he found Storm in his face. His collie had somehow managed to open the door between the solar and his bedchamber.
He cursed, just as the collie licked him again—and this time got a mouthful of dog tongue. Spluttering, he lurched up out of bed. “Out, Storm!”
The shaggy dog withdrew, tail wagging.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Rae rose from the bed and crossed naked to the nightstand, splashing his cheeks with water. He then cast Storm a dark look. The collie sat a few feet away, watching him expectantly. “Ye are a right troublemaker, lad,” he muttered. “But ye got yer wish … I’m up now.”
It was hard to stay grumpy at his collie though—not after the night he’d just had.
Bedding Kylie had surpassed all his expectations. Lying with her was the closest he’d ever felt to true freedom. She’d been lustier and more adventurous than he’d anticipated, rousing a passion within him that had left him reeling. She’d slipped from his bed in the early hours and returned to her own, leaving him to sleep. And he had. Like the dead—until his rude awakening.
He went through his morning ablutions swiftly, concluding his bathing and brushing his teeth with a hazel stick dipped in salt. He then threw on a fresh lèine and braies and buckled his dirk around his hips before making his way through into the solar.
He’d risen later than usual, and his sons and their tutor were already seated at the table, awaiting him. A large tray of fresh bannock, cut into wedges, sat between them, and the wee lads were eyeing it hungrily. However, they were loath to dig in before their father arrived.
“Morning, Da!” They sang out, and Rae favored them with a smile. How differently he behaved toward them these days. Until recently, he’d greeted them both with a scowl each day.
“Morning, lads.” He then shifted his gaze to Kylie, who was watching him with a veiled gaze. “Sorry … I overslept.”
“I know,” she said softly. “That’s why Lyle let Storm into yer bedchamber.”
Rae snorted, casting his youngest son a mock-frown. “Is that why I awoke to foul dog breath in my face?”
Both boys started laughing at this, while Rae took his usual place at the head of the table.
They began their meal then, amidst his sons’ companionable chatter. Rae helped himself to a large wedge of bannock, smeared it with butter and honey, and ate with relish.After the night’s activities, he was hungry this morning. As was Kylie, he noted. Usually, she only ate a single wedge of bannock—aye, he noted such things about her—but this morning, she managedthree, washed down with a large cup of weak ale.
They didn’t speak for a while, preferring to let Ailean and Lyle fill any silences. Ailean was enthusing about the pony he was learning to ride on, while Lyle was pestering him to let him help groom it.
“Did ye sleep well?” Rae asked Kylie eventually, meeting her eye.
To his pleasure, her cheeks went a charming shade of pink. “Aye,” she murmured. “Like a stone.”
“All is well this morning then?” He didn’t know why he was asking her this, only that he wished to reassure himself that she hadn’t awoken to regrets.Hecertainly hadn’t.
Their gazes held before she licked honey off her lower lip. The sight of her darting pink tongue sent a signal straight to his groin, and his rod sprang to attention. Curse it, he wouldn’t be able to rise from the table until the wood in his braies subsided. “Aye,” she replied, her voice slightly husky now.
Rae’s pulse quickened. How was he supposed to control himself around this woman? He’d been the one to stipulate that they’d meet in his bedchamber only once a week, but he regretted that now. He wanted her in his bedeverynight from now until spring.
Easy there, lad,the voice of reason checked him then.Once a week is sufficient. Ye don’t want to do anything foolish, do ye?