The Highlander's Time

compliance and couldnae help but grin when she winked. “What are you up to?” he asked as she undid the bow at the throat of his tunic. His eyelids closed when she kissed the throbbing pulse beating a rapid tattoo at the base of his throat.
    “You'll see.”
    “Lass, donnae tempt me.”
    “Why not? Don't they say temptation makes the heart grow fonder and the sex better?”
    He caught enough of her broken Gaelic to get her meaning. Leaning forward when she raised the hem of his tunic, he peeked at the display of creamy skin exposed to his gaze while she divested him of his tunic. His fingers itched to grab hold of her, lay her down on the bed and kiss every inch of her smooth skin. She jerked away from his quick-shot grasp. Beware the games you play, milady .
    With intense slowness, she folded his tunic and set it on the chest. She pulled free the laces of her gown and pushed the cloth from her shoulders. He caught himself before he growled. She took her sweet time hanging the gown on the peg pounded into the stone wall. The mundane tasks she performed sucked him into a web of desire. It wasn't so much what she did, but how she did it. Coy gazes sent his way and lazy stretches that pulled her chemise tight across her breasts made him ache to sink into her.
    He stilled her when she went to remove his boots. “Nay.” Toeing off his boots, he took the opportunity to pull her into his lap. A groan rumbled in his chest as she playfully traced the ridge of his erection with her index finger. “God's bones.”
    His gaze followed her hand tugging loose the ties of his chauces. Sucking in a sharp gasp, he leaned his head against the ornate carving embellishing the back of the chair. The feel of her slim curves sliding off his lap was followed by the tugging of her hands removing his leggings. Gritting his teeth, he peeked down to see Jenny take his shaft in her hand, her grip gentle but determined.
    Reaching to stop her while she teased the head of his penis with her tongue, he felt helpless to cease her temptress's onslaught. The muscles of his stomach tightened at the first tentative touch of her lips on his hot skin. Slowly, she moved her mouth down his shaft, her tongue sliding across the sensitive underside. “By God,” he hissed. “You'd be the death of me, lass.”
    Weaving his hand into her thick silky hair, he guided her mouth up and down his manhood until he was at the thread's end of his discipline. Lifting her, he kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips. She gave no quarter. Her tongue mated with his.
    His passion knew no bounds as she curled her fingers around his shaft, pumping his turgid flesh, naught save her and this moment mattered. “Nay,” he groaned into her mouth, his seed building to an explosion.
    He spun her about so she faced the bed. Again, his talented wife took over. She didnae move to the covers. Nay. She relaxed herself down on his erection. Gripping her hips, Iaen set the pace.
    'Twas a wild ride, with her grinding down on his scrotum. She whipped her hair around her shoulders, her own climax growing in the tightening of her feminine walls. Reaching down, easing her thigh over his, Iaen skimmed his hand up her skin to find his goal. He rubbed the sensitive nub fervently. Without words, he begged her to climax.
    He'd not gain his own satisfaction before she did. His heart pounded so hard he could hear the thump in his ears. “Please, milady,” he hadn't realized he'd said his thought aloud.
    The first tremors of her orgasm milked his manhood, pushing his seed higher.
    On her scream of ecstasy, he bucked. The gush of his seed filled her.
    Pulling her back so she reclined against him, he caressed her flat tummy. “Milady, you undo me,” he rasped out between haggard breaths.
    “Thank you,” she said on a stuttering giggle.
    Inhaling deeply, Iaen released the breath slowly.
    “Please, don't be mad at me.”
    “For?”

Chapter Six

    Every dog has his day, but what about the other 364 days in the year?

    “I asked Patricia to move into the Keep,” Jenny admitted. Her guilt for going over his head as fresh as the day he'd left. She'd been silly to think he wouldn't get angry, or that she hadn't asked him first. “She's got so many children....”
    A deep rumbling jolted through her. Was he growling like a bear that’d had his hibernation interrupted, or was he laughing? Easing off him, she was taken by surprise when he rose to his omnipresent height. “I should have