Free Bedded by the Laird (Highland Warriors) by Rachael Kennedy Page B

were back
to each other and never wanting to let go.
    He was hesitant at
first to kiss her, for passion roared in his veins and there would be no
stopping him. But then he was hesitant no more, for this was love and he knew
Bridie knew it and fierce was the mouth that claimed hers, there was nothing
held back in his kiss, his mouth crushing hers was met by equal passion.
    She kissed him
hard back, held on to hard to his face, till he released her.
    ‘Did I hurt you?’
    ‘No…’ she was
climbing up his chest, kneeling on his lap, facing him, kissing him, answering
him, ‘yes…’ she breathed, ‘but it was the best hurt, Laird, for it brought me
back to you.’
    ‘Let’s get you out
of these wet…’ he went to pull at the wet kirtle that clung to her and with the
laird she could never be scared and she lifted her arms for him as he peeled
the garment off and finally she was naked in his arms.
    She watched as one
hand stroked at her breasts as the other held her waist and she sank back on
her knees with the pleasure as he caressed her too with words.
    ‘I do love you
Bridie.’ He never thought he would say those words and truly mean them. ‘ I’m
not going to rush you, not till you’re ready…’
    ‘I’m ready now.’
Her eyes met his and he could deny himself no longer.
    ‘We have to be
careful…’ He told her, for it would be cruel to his new wife if there was already a bairn on their way,
but Bridie thought he meant different.
    ‘Everyone’s asleep
and I’m not going to tell…’
    ‘I meant that you
don’t get pregnant.’
    ‘Oh.’ She had no
idea what careful meant, but she didn’t want to show him how little she knew,
didn’t want him changing his mind, so she agreed to be careful, whatever that
was. ‘We will be.’
    He held her wet
and shivering in his arms and then he stood and carried her to the vessel.
Bridie was used to cold baths but this was warm and he went and stoked the fire
and then came back over, knelt beside her and kissed her again.
     ‘Would you
like some more whisky…’ he said, for he could taste it in her kiss.
    ‘No.’
    ‘Are you sure?’
    ‘I want to
remember every moment, Laird.’
    He was the most
beautiful man, tall, muscled, his thighs solid but she averted her eyes as he
removed his plaid and climbed in, for though wanting she was scared, nervous
and petrified too. As he started to soap her it wasn’t just nerves though that
fluttered her pulses, for who knew such strong hands could be so gentle and who
knew all the wonderful things they could do.
    His mouth was
tender too, and sometimes not, for he kissed her breast till the flesh was
bruised but it was such a delicious hurt. His shoulders soon bore her teeth
marks too as she knelt and leant on him as he soaped her buttocks with one hand
and moved to the front with the other, but nerves caught up as his fingers
explored her entrance. She was petrified, so tight and resistant as one finger
slipped in.
    ‘Laird…’
    ‘It’s all right
Bridie…’ He was so patient, for he kissed her again, till he felt her relax and
slipped his finger in just a little further…
    ‘Better?’
    ‘I think so…’ He
was stroking her too, till she forgot to be scared and then he put another
finger in and stretched her a little, till her breath came shallow and fast on
his neck and she could surely no longer kneel. She could feel him hard against
her stomach and as she held him for the first time, stroked him she heard his
low moan reverberate on her neck and he wanted to lift her onto him, but better
that he be gentle for her first time.
    And this was her
first time, the laird told himself, for she had never been made love to and he
would make love to her now, in a tender way that he never had before. He lifted
her from the tub to the fire he had stoked and he lay her on the rug and kissed
her till she was hot and red and not from the bathwater. Kissed her all over
till and was wet and warm and ready.
    ‘So ready,’