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Rescued by a Highlander(80)

By:Keira Montclair


Maddie and Alice made their way up the steps to the chamber. Maddie’s face turned bright red when she heard all the crude comments being made. She turned slightly and noticed Alex had posted guards at the bottom of the stairs. Breathing a sigh of relief, she reminded herself she would get through this night. Give me strength, Lord. Help me, Mama.

After Alice left, Maddie sat in front of the hearth. She twisted her new gown nervously. Alice had made her a night rail of the finest silk. It was completely transparent, and she was a little embarrassed to be wearing it. Of course, Alex was now her husband and he had a right to see her naked. Alice had prodded her to ask questions and discuss her concerns, but she just couldn’t talk about certain things. She repeated in her mind the last thing Alice had said to her, “Trust your husband, lass, he is a good man.” Maddie believed that statement with all her heart, but it still did not keep some of her old fears from surfacing.

What was keeping Alex anyways? She stood and started pacing. She glanced at the door and the bed, making sure she could make a quick dive for the bed and bury herself under the covers if anyone made it past Alex.

She jumped when the door finally opened and Alex stepped in alone. She breathed a sigh of relief. She could hear some yelling from below, but there was no one behind him. He bolted the door quickly and said, “For them, lass, not for you. I do not want them bothering us.”

He turned and stared at his wife. His mouth went completely dry and his thoughts were lost. She stood in front of him with a gown on that hid nothing. He could see her full breasts, her hardened pink nipples and her fair patch of curls between her legs.

She still wore her pearls. He walked over, kissing her lightly. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her body. Running his gaze down the length of her, he said, “So beautiful!”

Maddie clutched her pearls and said, “I agree, I think the pearls are beautiful as well. They do remind me of my mother. I hope you don’t mind if I keep them on.”

Alex smiled. “Not the pearls, Maddie, you. I was talking about you. You are beautiful.”

“Absolutely stunning.”

Maddie blushed but not before smiling with pleasure. After removing his leine, he reached for her hand and said, “Come sit with me by the fire.” Pulling out a bottle of wine and two glasses, he poured one and handed it to her. “I had Father MacGregor bring us back a special wine. I hope you like it.”

She sipped the wine and said, “Aye, I do.”

Determined not to rush, he sat in the chair and pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, “Are you cold, lass? Or is your arm bothering you?”

Maddie shivered. “Nay,” she whispered. She knew that did not make sense. How could she be warm and shiver at the same time? Leaning into his chest, she absorbed the warmth radiating from his skin.

He kissed her soft on the mouth. She gazed into his eyes, thrilled to see his raw desire. She loved it when he looked at her as if she was the only person in the world, the only one that mattered. He kissed her again, but deeper this time. His tongue swept her mouth, mating with hers. She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his chest. The dark hair on his chest teased her nipples through the thin fabric.

The warmth travelled through her entire body, reaching her core. The butterflies began in her stomach again. She placed her hand on his chest and played with the wiry hairs, eventually rubbing his nipple. He groaned, kissing her hard on the mouth, possessing her.

Alex thought he would lose control when she touched his chest. He noticed her breathing increased at a rhythm to match his own. He moved his hand up her thighs and over her hips, caressing her luscious curves. He thought he detected resistance, so he stopped to give her time to adjust to him. He waited, even though he was torturing himself. When she calmed again, he slowly moved his hands up her sides until he cupped her breasts. How was it possible his wee wife had the most perfect body he had ever seen? He swore he would kiss every inch of her glorious body. Following a path down her neck with his lips, he flicked his thumb across her nipple and moaned as she arched her back, bringing herself closer to him. How much more could he take? She squirmed in his arms with a little catch in her throat and he turned rock hard underneath his plaid.

He kissed her shoulder and down her collarbone. Shifting her in his lap, he was able to maneuver her broken arm so the full beauty of her breasts opened to him. She stared at him, panting, licking her lips, her free hand tangled in his hair. Moving slowly, he made his way down her right breast and stroked her nipple with his tongue. Taking his time, he teased her other nipple before taking it full in his mouth and suckling her. She arched her back, pushing her breast closer to him. He chuckled low in his throat at his wee wife’s passion.