“Since it excites ye and me, what is wrong with enjoying our mirror?”
“I don’t know.”
And she didn’t care. His fingers turned slightly white as he gripped the end of the leather belt. With a jerk he pulled it back enough to allow the twin prongs to spring free of the holes in the thick leather. Her gaze became fixated on his kilt. She wanted to know if his cock was hard.
Could the idea of lying with her actually raise him a second time in as many hours?
A wicked idea for certain, but heat flowed into her passage, awakening her clitoris. His grip released and the belt fell. She felt the slither of the fabric dropping along her bare legs until her stockings interrupted. His shirt didn’t allow her to see his cock.
A soft chuckle shook her back. “Dinnae look so disappointed, lass. Patience is a virtue.”
She scoffed at him. “Your teasing is misplaced.”
“Och now, is it?”
She pursed her lips and shrugged. “I could be as cold as a newly netted fish. Unresponsive and very uninterested in seeing anything you might have behind your kilt.” Reaching back, she pressed his shirt tail against his crotch. The fabric folded around the erect form of his sex, her hands gently fingering it for only a moment. His cheek jerked as his eyes narrowed, the mirror showing her his response clearly.
“Just think, my lord. I might lie upon your bed squeezing my eyes shut as stiff as an effigy.”
Anne turned, retaining her grip on his cock. Watching had lost its appeal. Need was whirling around deep inside her belly. She wanted to touch and be touched. But she was also feeling bold, as though she needed to be as confident with the subject of intimacy as he was. She wanted to tease him with the same ease that he toyed with her, not shiver like an ignorant virgin.
“Ye certainly tried to avoid me well enough.” A hint of frustration laced his tone. Working her fingers over his cock again, Anne shrugged.
“Really? You believe so?”
He grunted. “I have a good memory.”
Anne walked past him, careful to step over of her skirts. She felt his eyes on her bare bottom, her clitoris begging for a stroke from his fingers. The side bed curtains were drawn, the interior of the bed glowing red from the coals in the fireplace. Casting a look over her shoulder, she placed a knee on the bed.
“Be careful what you suggest. I might decide to repent my lustful infatuation.”
The bed ropes groaned when she crawled up onto the ticking.
“I’d have to take ye in hand and warm you up…again.”
He was following her, slowly stalking. He paused near a stool, propping one foot onto it. With a pull and tug, his boot dropped to the floor. The head of his cock pushed against the creamy shirt tail when he moved. A smug look decorated his face because he watched her looking at his crotch. Anne didn’t lower her eyes. She stared straight into his gaze, refusing to consider whether it was right to look at his sex.
Watching in the mirror had been very pleasing and she wasn’t a liar.
His second boot hit the floor. “Lie back.”
“All the way?”
“Aye.”
She scooted back while he gripped the hem of his shirt and drew it over his head. There was no teasing about it. Brodick threw his remaining garment across the room. With him completely bare, she lost a great deal of her bravado. He was magnificent, his body honed into tight ridges of muscle. On an animal she would have been impressed; in this man she quivered because his strength would soon be working between her thighs. The idea was as intoxicating as the reflection had been.
“Now spread yer legs.”
Her thighs pressed tight instead.
“Do it.” Command colored his words. His eyes narrowing with expectation. “Part yer thighs. I want to see if yer slit is glistening with sweet dew.”
It was…
The folds of her slit were already slick. Her attention moved to his cock, the staff thick and engorged.
“Unless ye be too timid.”
She forced her hesitating knees to part. He didn’t chuckle, didn’t mock her for the slightly nervous way she complied, spreading her legs so that he could see her sex.
“Wider. Much wider.”
A ripple of excitement went through her. The folds protecting the opening to her body separated, exposing her completely.
“Now lie back and close yer eyes. No peeking. Wait for me to touch ye.”
His voice was rough. It suited the sharply defined muscles running over his limbs and body. Everything about him felt and looked hard.
And she was soft.
Her body fashioned to be opposite to his. The bed ropes creaked once more as she lay back. Closing her eyes raised a soft moan from her chest. Every inch of her skin suddenly became more aware. She could hear her own heart beating faster, feel her blood accelerating. Goosebumps rose along her arms and down her torso. The tiny bumps covered the mounds of her breasts. Through her eyelids she detected only the flicker of the dancing candle flame.