The Highlander Series Read online

  His finger found a particularly sensitive spot and he began to rub lightly and then rotate in a circular motion. She gasped and then squeezed her eyes shut as she was bombarded by the most intense pleasure. Just as he’d promised.

  There was a curious tightening as her body drew up. Her muscles clenched. Precarious. That’s how she felt. Like she was about to fall off a very high peak.

  “Ewan!”

  His name fell from her lips, and in the recesses of her blurry mind, she realized this was the first time she’d used it.

  He released her nipple and her hand tightened in his hair. The she realized she was still clutching his head with a death grip. She let go and let her hands fall to the bed. But she needed to grab something.

  He pressed his tongue to her midline and slowly worked a damp trail to her belly. Her stomach heaved as her breaths came faster. He traced a lazy trail around her navel and then to her utter shock, he went lower, moving his body down the bed as he worked ever closer to the place where his fingers had caressed.

  He wouldn’t. Surely such a thing wasn’t at all decent.

  Oh, but he did.…

  His mouth found her heat in a lusty, carnal kiss that made every muscle in her body twitch and convulse as if she’d been struck by lightning.

  She should tell him he shouldn’t. She should tell him he couldn’t. She should offer instruction on the proper way to do things, but dear heaven, she couldn’t think anything at all beyond don’t stop.

  Please don’t stop.

  “I won’t, lass,” he murmured against her most intimate flesh.

  Her legs had gone stiff and unyielding around him, and he gently forced them back apart.

  “Relax.”

  She tried. Oh, but she tried, but his mouth was making her daft. And then his tongue found her, so hot and erotic. A wash of indescribable pleasure soared through her belly as he lapped at her entrance. Her vision blurred and she twisted her fingers into the covers until they were bloodless and all sensation fled.

  She had no control of her body any longer. She arched mindlessly, and her legs shook, the tremors working to her thighs until she was a mass of quaking flesh.

  “Ah, you’re ready for me, lass.”

  His voice deepened to a hoarse, almost desperate tone. She chanced a look down to see him staring at her, his eyes bright and savage looking.

  “I am?” she breathed.

  “Aye, you are.”

  He moved up her body with speed that surprised her. He cupped her bottom with one hand and settled his body between her legs. She could feel him, hot and unbelievably hard, nestled against her opening.

  Then he leaned down and fused his mouth to hers. This time she didn’t hesitate, nor did she think to instruct him on the proper way of kissing. She opened her mouth and devoured him before he ever had the opportunity to demand she did so.

  “Hold on to me,” he rasped out between hot, open-mouthed kisses.

  She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and dug her fingers into his back. She kissed him. She tasted him. She absorbed him, breathing him in with each gasp for air.

  Before she even realized he had moved, he had lifted his hips and slid inside her the barest of inches. She stretched to accommodate him and then wondered how she’d been able to do so.

  He kissed her again and then rested his forehead to hers, their eyes so close, all she could see was the thin ring of green that surrounded the dark pupils.

  “Relax,” he said again. “I won’t hurt you.”

  She raised her lips to meet his. This time their mouths met in a delicate dance, the tenderest of touches. “I know.”

  And she did know. Somehow, she knew that this was different. There was no rush. No unpleasant shock to her senses. Her body melded to his, surrendering to his power and his need. To her need.

  His hips moved forward with infinitesimal slowness. She opened around him as he slid deeper. The fullness overwhelmed her, but it wasn’t pain or surprise that rocked her body.

  “Almost there,” he whispered.

  Her eyes widened as he went even farther and then he stopped, lodged so deeply within her that she couldn’t breathe. He surrounded her, gathering her in his arms, holding her close as he began moving, a slow, seductive rhythm that had her mad with want.

  The muscles in his back rippled and bulged. Her fingers danced across his flesh in a frantic pattern as she sought purchase. Something to anchor herself with when she was adrift in a storm.

  His movements increased, faster and more forceful. Their sighs caught and mingled in the air heavy with the scent of their loving.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he directed. “Hold me tight, lass.”

  She wrapped her entire body around him until she was sure they were so inexorably entwined that they’d never come apart.

  The burning sensation increased until she stirred restlessly, frantic for … release. Breathing hurt, so she didn’t, and her chest protested, but she held on, reaching for something she had no sense of.

  And then she came apart, unraveling like the threads in an unfinished tapestry. She screamed, or tried to, but Ewan’s mouth closed over hers, and he swallowed her frantic cry.

  She had no control of her body. She couldn’t think. Could only feel, helpless to do anything but lie in Ewan’s arms as he murmured soft words against her ears.

  Utterly bewildered by what had occurred, she fixed unfocused eyes on her husband as an expression of agony creased his face. He gave one more mighty thrust, seating himself deeply within her body. Then he slumped over her, pressing her into the mattress as he gave her his seed.

  She nestled her face into the hollow of his throat, so sated and completely boneless that she considered staying in bed for the next year. Ewan rested over her for a long moment before finally easing his weight from her and rolling to the side.

  He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair. Then he pressed a kiss to her temple and let his cheek rest against the side of her head.

  Her befuddled mind couldn’t make sense of what had just happened. Only one thing struck strongly in her mind.

  “Ewan?” she whispered.

  It took him a moment to respond. “Aye, lass?”

  “I was wrong.”

  He stirred, rubbing his face against her cheek. “What were you wrong about?”

  “You’re very skilled at loving.”

  He chuckled and then hugged her tighter to him. Yawning broadly, she snuggled deeper into his arms and closed her eyes.

  CHAPTER 16

  When Mairin awoke, she was momentarily disoriented. She blinked away the fuzziness. Her head still felt muggy but her body, while only a little stiff and sore from her bruises, was surprisingly warm and sated. Limp, like she’d enjoyed a prolonged soak in a steaming tub of water.

  Light pierced through the window that no longer had the fur covering it, and the sun’s height told her she’d slept far later than she’d intended.

  Gertie wouldn’t be pleased, and Mairin would have to wait for the noon meal. For that matter, it might be noon already.

  The night came back to her in a rush. Heat centered low in her abdomen and scorched higher until her cheeks were flaming. She sat up, then realized she was completely nude. She grabbed the bed coverings and clutched them to her chin, then dropped them in disgust.

  She was alone in the bedchamber. No one was going to see her. Still, she scrambled from the bed and hastily donned her clothing.

  Her hair was in disarray and a quick feel of her cheeks told of the flush that was still there. She probably looked like a hot coal.

  She’d actually told the laird that he wasn’t skilled at loving. Aye, he’d showed her differently. He’d done things that she hadn’t imagined two people ever doing. His mouth … and his tongue.

  She flushed all over again and closed her eyes in mortification. How could she ever face him again?

  Mairin adored Mother Serenity. She trusted her above all others. The abb
ess had been good to Mairin. And patient. Aye, she’d had the patience of Job when it came to instructing Mairin and answering all the questions Mairin had plied her with. But it was becoming increasingly clear that perhaps the abbess had left out a lot about loving. And kissing.

  Mairin frowned as she pondered just how different the teachings of the older woman had been from the startling reality of bedding. If the abbess had been wrong about kissing … and loving … what else could she be wrong about? Mairin felt suddenly ignorant and woefully uninformed.

  Never one to stew in her own ignorance, she decided that she would just have to seek out instruction on the matter. Christina … well, she was too young. And unmarried. Gertie frightened Mairin with her sharp retorts. Besides, she’d probably just laugh at Mairin and shoo her out of the kitchens. Which left Maddie. She was older and certainly more worldly. Plus, she had a husband, so surely she could offer insight into loving and who had the wrong of it.

  Feeling better about her plan, she brushed the tangles out of her hair and braided it so she didn’t look like she’d just spent the night indulging in loving. Then she headed out of her chamber and descended the stairs.

  To her chagrin, Cormac was waiting in the hall. As soon as she entered, he rose and fell in step beside her. She shot him a disgruntled look, but he merely smiled and offered her greeting.

  Deciding not to offer him any encouragement, she instead pretended he wasn’t there and went toward the kitchens to brave Gertie’s wrath. When she got to the doorway, the ruckus within made her pause.

  There was an awful clanging and banging of pots and Gertie’s voice rose above the din as she screeched her displeasure at one of the kitchen maids.

  Maybe it wasn’t the time to try to cajole a late breakfast from the cranky cook.

  “Uh, Cormac?”

  “Aye, my lady.”

  “Is it close to time for the noon meal? I confess I slept over late this morning. I didn’t at all sleep well last night,” she rushed to say. She didn’t want to give Cormac the idea that her lateness was due to anything else.

  He smothered a smile with the back of his hand and then summoned a more serious expression. She glared at him for his thoughts were plainly written in his smug look.

  “He probably boasted to everyone,” she muttered.

  “Your pardon, my lady?” Cormac said as he leaned forward.

  “Nothing.”

  “ ’Tis approaching the noon meal. Perhaps another hour at most. If you like, I’ll ask Gertie for a plate if you’re hungry now.”

  Her stomach growled at the suggestion of food, but a wary glance at the kitchen when another crash sounded decided the matter for her.

  “Nay, I can wait. I have other things to do.”

  She set off at a determined pace, hoping Cormac would take the hint and leave off. But he dogged her steps, keeping pace with her as she descended the steps of the keep.

  She was greeted by a blast of sunshine that warmed her despite the chill. She hadn’t remembered the shawl that Maddie had left for her, and she was loath to go back up the stairs to fetch it. Unless …

  She turned and gifted Cormac with a sweet smile. “I left my shawl in the laird’s chamber and there is still a chill to the air. Would you mind ever so much fetching it for me?”

  “Of course not, my lady. It wouldn’t do for you to take a chill. The laird would be most unhappy. Wait right here and I’ll have it for you in just a moment.”

  She stood demurely until the moment he disappeared back into the keep and then she set off at a brisk walk, careful to avoid the courtyard. On the way, she stopped two women and asked if they knew where she could find Maddie. After being told that Maddie was in her cottage after her morning duties, Mairin hurried toward the row of neat cottages that lined the left side of the keep.

  When she reached Maddie’s door, she took a deep breath and knocked. A moment later, Maddie opened the door and seemed surprised to see Mairin standing there.

  “My lady! Is there something I can help you with?”

  Mairin glanced over her shoulder to make sure Cormac wasn’t breathing down her neck.

  “There is. That is, I hoped there is something you could instruct me on,” Mairin said in a low voice. “In private.”

  Maddie stepped back and motioned Mairin inside. “Of course. Do come in. Would you like refreshment? I was warming some rabbit stew over the fire. My husband does like a nice hot bowl of stew for his luncheon, but he won’t be here to eat for a little while yet.”

  Remembering her missed breakfast and her rumbling belly, Mairin sniffed appreciatively of the air and the wonderful smell emanating from Maddie’s kitchen.

  “If ’tis not too much trouble. I did oversleep this morning,” Mairin said mournfully. Maddie smiled and gestured for Mairin to follow her into the small area that housed the hearth for cooking. “I heard Gertie was in quite a temper this morning.”

  Mairin nodded. “ ’Tis the truth I feared for my life if I ventured in after missing the morning meal.”

  Maddie pulled out a chair and ushered Mairin into it and then set about dishing up some of the stew into a bowl. She handed it to Mairin and then took her own seat across the table.

  “Now, my lady, what is it you would like me to instruct you on?”

  Before Mairin could open her mouth, a knock sounded at the front door. Maddie frowned but got up to see about the summons. A moment later she returned with Christina and Bertha, whose eyes rounded when they saw Mairin sitting at Maddie’s table.

  “Oh, my lady,” Christina exclaimed. “We were just coming to see if Maddie knew of your whereabouts. Cormac has the entire keep in an uproar trying to find you.”

  Mairin let out a sigh. “I persuaded him to fetch my shawl so I could seek Maddie’s advice about something. ’Tis a private matter, you see, and not appropriate for Cormac’s ears.”

  Bertha grinned broadly. “Then we needn’t tell him where you are.”

  Mairin nodded her appreciation and fully expected the two women to depart, but both sat down at Maddie’s table, and Bertha leaned forward in interest.

  “What is it you wish instruction on, my lady? We’re all willing to help. You’re our mistress now.”

  “Our lady said it was a private matter,” Maddie scolded.

  Mairin nodded. “Aye. A delicate matter, indeed.”

  Warmth traveled into her cheeks and she was sure her face was afire.

  “Ah, a woman’s matter,” Bertha said knowingly. “You can tell us, lass. We’re very discreet.”

  Maddie nodded her agreement while Christina looked on in puzzlement.

  “Well,” Mairin began reluctantly. “Perhaps it would be better to gain more than one perspective on the matter. ’Tis the truth I’m a bit confused at the conflicting information. You see, Mother Serenity instructed me on the ways of loving.”

  “Oh dear Lord,” Bertha muttered. “Lass, tell me you didn’t receive all your instructions from an aging abbess.”

  Startled, Mairin stared back at the other woman. “Why aye, Mother Serenity is knowledgeable in all things. She wouldn’t lie to me. I think perhaps I may have confused some of her instructions. There were so many, you see.”

  Maddie shook her head and made a tsking sound through her teeth.

  “Tell us what you want to know, child. I can assure you that your Mother Serenity, while well intentioned, couldn’t possibly have told you the whole of it.”

  “Well, she instructed me on kissing, and the laird—” She broke off, mortified at the idea of saying aloud what was in her thoughts.

  “Go on.” This time Christina piped in and leaned forward, her eyes round with curiosity.

  “Well, he used his tongue. Mother Serenity never said anything about the use of one’s tongue in kissing. She was quite explicit in the matter.”

  Maddie and Bertha chuckled and exchanged knowing glances.

  “Tell me, lass, did you enjoy the laird’s kisses?” Maddie asked.

&nb
sp; Mairin nodded. “ ’Tis the truth I did, and I have to admit, I used my own. It was quite … breathless. I don’t understand it at all.”

  “Kissing with tongues?” Christina’s eyes went wide.

  Maddie frowned at Christina and then made a shooing motion with her hands. “Lass, you’re far too young for this conversation. Why don’t you go stand outside and keep watch for Cormac.”

  Mairin noted Christina’s crestfallen look but she didn’t argue. Christina stood and left the room. Only when the sound of the front door closing reached them did Bertha and Maddie return their attention to Mairin.

  “Is that all you were wanting to know?” Maddie asked.

  Mairin shifted in her seat and wondered if she shouldn’t abandon the entire notion and return to the keep so Cormac could lecture her for her desertion.

  “There now, lass,” Bertha said in a kindly voice. “Ask us what you want. We won’t be telling tales on you.”

  Mairin cleared her throat. “Well, I might have told the laird that he was unskilled at loving.”

  Both women looked so appalled that Mairin regretted blurting out that tidbit. Then they burst into laughter. They laughed so long and hard that they wiped tears streaming down their cheeks.

  “And how did the laird take this?” Maddie gasped out between wheezes.

  “Not very well,” Mairin grumbled. “I did later tell him I was wrong.”

  Bertha grinned. “Ah, you were, were you?”

  Maddie nodded approvingly. “Proved you wrong, did he? You can’t hold your wedding day against him, lass. It was your first time. Not much he could have done would have helped in that regard. Better to get it done with and over, I say.”

  “But he …”

  “He what?” Bertha asked.

  “It was indecent,” Mairin muttered.

  Maddie stifled her laughter with a hand, but her eyes danced merrily. “But you liked it, aye?”

  “Aye,” Mairin admitted. “He did things.…”

  “What sort of things?”

  “Well, he used his mouth.” Mairen leaned forward and whispered, “Down there. And on my …”