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sweat, and musk.
He gave a crooked smile in his sleep, and gathered her closer still.
Mary gave a gasp of surprise when he suddenly opened his eyes. The green depths were just inches from her face, surrounded by long, black lashes. Many women would have given their left arm to have eyelashes like that.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, moving forward to kiss her on her jawline. She closed her eyes for a moment.
It felt appallingly right to be there, in his arms, caressed by him, even though he seemed to think she was this mysterious Judith. Mary envied her, whoever she was. Because Mary knew she herself was not beautiful; Judith must have been.
“My lord, stop,” she said at last after he had finished kissing her jawline and was making his way down her neck. His only reply was to shake his head. Strands of his dark, silky hair spilled onto her face.
She pushed at his arms, which were now clasped around her, and shoved him away from her, meeting his eyes. “My lord. I am Mary Smith, and you are ill. We need to make you better.”
He grinned an irresistibly charming smile, one that reached his eyes and made them crinkle in the corners. “I know who you are, Miss Mary Smith. You’re my betrothed, we’re on our way to Scotland, and you’re the only one who can make me feel better.”
And with that, he rolled onto his back and pulled her completely on top of him, clasping his hands around her at the back of her waist. Every part of her body was scandalously, disgracefully, deliciously touching his.
And then he reached one of his hands up her back and pulled her head down to his, giving her a meltingly seductive kiss.
This one was even better than the first.
Mary lifted her head. “You promised,” she said in a breathy sigh.
He smiled, and pulled her down to him again. Mary opened her lips without even thinking about it, felt his tongue enter her mouth. It was like the night before, only not; now she knew him, was aggravated by him, but also, even though she hated to admit it, charmed by him.
Alasdair held her head still so he could devour her with his lips, slanting his mouth on hers and capturing her tongue.
She heard a growl coming from one of them, and was startled when she realized it was her. He let go of her head as he flipped her over.
She was under him now. He ran his hands down her body, from her breasts to her hips. She could feel his hardness pressed up against the apex of her thighs, and she rocked her pelvis against him.
Apparently he was feeling better.
Amelia had talked about this, but Mary hadn’t realized just how good it would feel.
He growled, and reached between them with one hand, to where she was already aching with need. He stroked gently, caressing in exactly the right place, even though Mary herself hadn’t known it was exactly right. Until now.
He moved his mouth to her neck, licking and sucking on her skin. He was still gently rubbing down below, causing her to writhe and twist underneath him. “Steady, love, steady,” he soothed, bringing his other hand up to tangle in her hair.
He left soft, gentle kisses from her neck down to her chest, then made another inarticulate noise and began to lick her breast. She hadn’t even realized he’d slid her gown down off her shoulders, but now she felt the fabric bunched around her waist. He’d pulled up the bottom of her gown also, so the bulk of it was right in the middle of her body. If she thought about it at all, she’d imagine just how ridiculous she looked.
But she couldn’t think. Not now, not when he was nibbling on her tender flesh, his tongue flicking out to tantalize her, making her want … “Aah,” she moaned, when his mouth finally fastened on her nipple and sucked gently, the warm, tugging action sending waves of sensation all over her body.
She didn’t know she could feel this good. Hadn’t known, until now. She ran her hand through his hair, and then slid it gingerly across his shoulders, feeling
He gave a crooked smile in his sleep, and gathered her closer still.
Mary gave a gasp of surprise when he suddenly opened his eyes. The green depths were just inches from her face, surrounded by long, black lashes. Many women would have given their left arm to have eyelashes like that.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, moving forward to kiss her on her jawline. She closed her eyes for a moment.
It felt appallingly right to be there, in his arms, caressed by him, even though he seemed to think she was this mysterious Judith. Mary envied her, whoever she was. Because Mary knew she herself was not beautiful; Judith must have been.
“My lord, stop,” she said at last after he had finished kissing her jawline and was making his way down her neck. His only reply was to shake his head. Strands of his dark, silky hair spilled onto her face.
She pushed at his arms, which were now clasped around her, and shoved him away from her, meeting his eyes. “My lord. I am Mary Smith, and you are ill. We need to make you better.”
He grinned an irresistibly charming smile, one that reached his eyes and made them crinkle in the corners. “I know who you are, Miss Mary Smith. You’re my betrothed, we’re on our way to Scotland, and you’re the only one who can make me feel better.”
And with that, he rolled onto his back and pulled her completely on top of him, clasping his hands around her at the back of her waist. Every part of her body was scandalously, disgracefully, deliciously touching his.
And then he reached one of his hands up her back and pulled her head down to his, giving her a meltingly seductive kiss.
This one was even better than the first.
Mary lifted her head. “You promised,” she said in a breathy sigh.
He smiled, and pulled her down to him again. Mary opened her lips without even thinking about it, felt his tongue enter her mouth. It was like the night before, only not; now she knew him, was aggravated by him, but also, even though she hated to admit it, charmed by him.
Alasdair held her head still so he could devour her with his lips, slanting his mouth on hers and capturing her tongue.
She heard a growl coming from one of them, and was startled when she realized it was her. He let go of her head as he flipped her over.
She was under him now. He ran his hands down her body, from her breasts to her hips. She could feel his hardness pressed up against the apex of her thighs, and she rocked her pelvis against him.
Apparently he was feeling better.
Amelia had talked about this, but Mary hadn’t realized just how good it would feel.
He growled, and reached between them with one hand, to where she was already aching with need. He stroked gently, caressing in exactly the right place, even though Mary herself hadn’t known it was exactly right. Until now.
He moved his mouth to her neck, licking and sucking on her skin. He was still gently rubbing down below, causing her to writhe and twist underneath him. “Steady, love, steady,” he soothed, bringing his other hand up to tangle in her hair.
He left soft, gentle kisses from her neck down to her chest, then made another inarticulate noise and began to lick her breast. She hadn’t even realized he’d slid her gown down off her shoulders, but now she felt the fabric bunched around her waist. He’d pulled up the bottom of her gown also, so the bulk of it was right in the middle of her body. If she thought about it at all, she’d imagine just how ridiculous she looked.
But she couldn’t think. Not now, not when he was nibbling on her tender flesh, his tongue flicking out to tantalize her, making her want … “Aah,” she moaned, when his mouth finally fastened on her nipple and sucked gently, the warm, tugging action sending waves of sensation all over her body.
She didn’t know she could feel this good. Hadn’t known, until now. She ran her hand through his hair, and then slid it gingerly across his shoulders, feeling
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