In Bed With A Stranger(31)

     



 

"You've met with Helen's approval for certain." Brodick appeared behind her. "As well as my own."

He wrapped his arms around her. The embrace was warm and secure, such as  she couldn't recall sampling from anyone save her mother. A steady  reminder of how strong he was. She felt the thumping of his heart  against her back. His lips twitched at the corners as he watched her in  the mirror. He moved a hand up from her waist and over the swell of her  breasts. Even buffeted by her doublet and stays, she shivered, her skin  humming with approval. His fingers rubbed a small circle on the soft  portion of her upper breasts.

"I'm glad to see that ye like yer bridal gift."

"Gift?" Her breath caught as he moved his hand to her bare throat. She  felt so vulnerable, the column of her neck fragile compared to the  strength she knew he had in his hand.

"Aye. The mirror is a present from me. A good friend of mine brought it back from his recent voyage to France."

"That was very … very kind."

He leaned down and she watched, fascinated, as he kissed her neck.  Seeing it was incredibly arousing. She could see his lips compressing  against the smooth surface of her throat. At that same moment, her skin  rippled with the warm sensation of his kiss.

"I can think of a few things to do with it myself."

His hand cupped her jaw, lifting it. With a twist of his fingers he  opened the first button and then the second. A tiny gasp crossed her  lips as he set his fingers between the open edges of the garment to  touch her bare skin.

"Things I nae considered a mirror being useful for, as a matter of fact. It may have been well worth the gold I traded for it."

The next button separated and several more. She followed his fingers  devotedly, excitement rising inside her with each little pop. He used  both hands to spread the edges open. The mirror reflected her stays and  the swells of her breasts.

"Now that's something verra pretty to gaze at."

He pulled her doublet over her shoulders and down her arms. There was a  brief moment when he stepped back from her to free the garment from her  wrists. She shivered at the loss of contact, sighing when he returned to  press up against her from head to toe. Her attention was drawn to the  differences between their genders. His wider shoulders that appeared on  either side of her own. His face was harder, his jaw more firm with less  curves than her own. Her eyes were framed by longer lashes that looked  somewhat coquettish.

"We do make an interesting view. I like it much better now that yer sweet skin is in sight."

"This must be wrong."

His fingers trailed up the center of her stays and she stared at them intently.

"Why is that?"

His voice had deepened to that tone he used when he was becoming  aroused. Her gaze dipped to the kilt shielding his cock from her sight.  Was he growing stiff behind the wool?

Her face flooded with heat, her eyelashes fluttering. His eyes glittered  as they noticed the telltale movement. With a shaky breath, she tried  to leave. His arms tightened to keep her in place. His head tilted and  she watched him open his lips. He closed them gently around the lobe of  her ear, sucking it into his mouth.

"Brodick … "

"Aye, Wife?" He locked stares with her in the reflection. "What is wrong  with enjoying yer gift? I bought it to give ye pleasure. Do ye deny  that ye're quivering with enjoyment?"

Her lips rounded with a little sound of confusion, all other words  failing her. He chuckled near her ear, his chest shaking against her  back. It was decadent. All of the sensations and sights combining into a  mixture that intoxicated her senses. His fingers reached the tie  holding the front of her stays closed. With a quick jerk he pulled it  loose. Hooking the first crossing of laces with a crooked finger, he  tugged the lace out of the eyelets. Her breasts felt heavier, almost  swollen. He hooked the next crossing of laces and then the next. The  stays lost their supporting hold on her, the stiff garment falling open  now that it wasn't held in place by the strong cord.

"I think there is something very right about this moment."

He pulled her corset free, dropping it carelessly onto the floor. Her  chemise was thin, made of fine cotton, the darkness of her nipples  showing through it. Another gasp left her lips. This time Brodick echoed  the sound with a swift intake of his own breath. His hands hovered over  her breasts, only two fingertips pressing against her chemise to stroke  her nipples. A deep shudder sent gooseflesh down her arms. She could  actually see the tiny bumps decorating her forearms. Behind the fabric,  her nipples drew taut, the hard tips visible in the mirror.         

     



 

"Now there's a sight I'm sure I dinnae want to miss. Yer nipples are very pretty."

Were they? She didn't know. Moving her gaze to his face, she witnessed  the hard hunger drawing his features tight. Her waistband popped open,  making her jump.

"I could get used to maiding ye with my own hands."

"Wait." Her skirts puddled around her ankles and shins before she spoke.  The small padded roll around her hips didn't last very long either.  Brodick had untied it without hesitation. "We already … um … "

"Fucked? I remember it very well." Amusement coated his voice.

"Why are you toying with me?"

Her chemise billowed now, falling around her body loosely. The flicker  of the candle flame illuminated the curves of her body, causing her to  look like some pagan offering. Heat moved through her passage, slow and  deep. It wasn't the white-hot flash of need that had assaulted her in  the stable; this time it was centered in her womb.

"Who told you that a man and woman could only share intimacies once a  night?" He set his hands on her hips, trapping her chemise there. The  action drew the fabric tight across her breasts, showing off her hard  nipples.

"Now I want to seduce ye."

His hands smoothed over her hips, moving down her thighs to the edge of  the undergarment. When his hands slid onto her bare skin, sensation  ripped into her. He curled his fingers into talons, pressing each  fingertip into her legs and raking his hands back up her thighs. The  chemise rose and she stared in fascination as her thighs became visible.  Higher, and the soft hair on her sex was revealed. Breathing became  difficult as her belly was exposed. Her own hands gripped his kilt while  he drew his fingertip along the sides of her breasts.

She lost the vision in the mirror as he drew the fabric over her head.  Her eyelids fluttered, a soft moan crossing her lips when she gazed into  the mirror again. The flickering flame illuminated her bare body. Her  breasts were small, round globes that hung like tear drops, slightly  fuller towards the bottom. Each one was set with a small pink nipple,  the tips hard buttons.

"You're a vision, lass. Like a siren from the Greek voyages. I'd follow ye to the rocks."

"You shouldn't say such things."

He didn't return his hands to her. He reached up to untie his sword. The  dark handle was still visible above his right shoulder. The wide  leather strap that held the scabbard along his back was shiny in the  candlelight. He untied it with a quick, practiced motion. He set the  sword down, leaning it against the wall directly next to the table. His  kilt brushed against the back of her thighs when he moved back next to  her.

"And ye, sweet wife, shouldnae be so quick to place borders around our  union     . Our marriage is a tool for sweeping aside outdated ideas."

His hand hovered over his belt buckle. Her gaze centered on the reflection, her breath stilling in her throat.

"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.