Highland Sinner (21 page)

“And what is that?” she asked, not surprised to hear the husky sound of a rising desire in her voice for his warmth, even his scent was stirring her passion and her need for him.

“I have a bonnie lass for company.”

“Weel, ye shall have to send her home for I am here.”

He laughed. “Wretch.”

He touched a kiss to her temple, subtly inhaling her soft scent of clean skin and lightly scented soap.

Lavender, he mused. He would probably never be able to smell it again without thinking of her.

Morainn waited for him to do more than idly touch her or place fleetingly soft kisses on her temple. Her mouth actually ached for his kiss, her lips tingling in anticipation, yet he was behaving like the most complete gentleman. She thought it was just her bad luck that when she wanted him to misbehave so that she could just follow him down the road of sin, he was behaving as properly as if some aged, ill-tempered female from her family was lurking in the corner ready to scold him for doing anything inappropriate. It was obvious that she was going to have to give him a stronger hint that his wooing had been successful.

She set down her drink and turned her head—and found her mouth only inches from his. “Are ye still wooing me, Tormand?”

“Trying to.”

“Ye have been doing a verra good job.”

“Have I?” He dared to brush a kiss over her soft mouth and felt her lips cling to his in welcome invitation.

“Morainn? I am all asea here.”

“Treading a new path, are ye, and afraid ye are about to step wrong?”

“Aye, that says it weel.” He kissed her again and felt the same welcome, watching the way her mouth briefly followed his as he lifted his head. “I ache to kiss ye, Morainn. I have tasted the kiss we shared on my mouth for days and am starved for it.”

“Cannae let ye starve, can we?” she said and placed her mouth over his.

His kiss was fierce with the hunger he could not hide. Morainn reveled in it, returned his demand for more as best as she was able. When he ended the kiss he rested his forehead against her and she could
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feel him shaking faintly. That such a man would feel so in need of her was a heady thing. It might not be any more than a fierce passion, but she was tired of turning it aside. She stroked the back of his neck with her fingers and heard him groan softly.

“Ah, sweet witch, I am nay good at this.”

“Oh, I thought ye were verra good.”

Tormand grinned briefly and then sighed. “I feel the need too strongly to just sit here and trade a few chaste kisses. I have tried, but the hunger rules me. If ye dinnae want to find yourself in my bed verra soon, ye had best go to your bedchamber.” He grimaced. “Mayhap ye should e’en lock the door.”

Morainn hesitated but only for a moment. This was the moment when she made her choice. “I believe I will stay right here unless ye take me elsewhere.”

He moved so fast, she barely had time to catch her breath. Tormand picked her up in his arms and nearly ran from the great hall. Instead of being frightened by his eagerness to get her into his bedchamber and his bed, she felt exhilarated. What would begin tonight could easily end with her crying a great deal in the night while alone in her own bedchamber at the cottage, but she would chance it. For once in her life she was going to take a risk, reach out and grab what she wanted more than she did her next breath, and just hope it stayed in her grasp.

Chapter 12

Morainn caught a fleeting glimpse of Tormand’s bedchamber before she found herself sprawled on top of his large bed. There were signs of wealth everywhere she looked. Rugs upon the floor, tapestries upon the wall, and candleholders made of finely crafted silver all spoke of a man with coin enough to enjoy the best life had to offer. Morainn felt suddenly intimidated by it all, for it was a blatant display of how very far above her touch this man was. He not only had family who loved him, and a title, he had wealth enough to choose a fine highbred woman for a wife.

Then Tormand lowered his lean strong body down onto hers. Despite her promise to herself not to think about his past, to put it firmly out of her mind, the thought of all his past lovers slipped inside her mind.

She wondered how many of those women on his list had shared this bed with him and then tensed even as he pulled her into his arms. Morainn tried to banish those thoughts from her mind and relax before he noticed the change in her, but she knew she had failed when he frowned down at her.

“Did I mishear ye? Or have ye changed your mind?” he asked, praying that she had not, for he knew he had never been so desperate to make love to a woman as he was to make love to Morainn.

“Nay,” she said and put her arms around him, silently cursing the fact that even that small move revealed the tension she could not shake free of.

Tormand studied her for a moment and then sighed as he guessed what had made Morainn change from soft and welcoming to tense and almost cold. She was thinking of him and his other women, women he might have shared this bed with. He could see the truth of his assumption by the way she refused to meet his eyes, but kept glancing at the bed. After all, was he not Tormand the great lover, Tormand the sinner, or, as one of his female cousins had said, Tormand the man whose braies unlaced at the mere sway of a petticoat. He had sworn to himself that he would always be truthful with Morainn even though he anticipated many uncomfortable moments. This time, however, he could tell her the truth with ease.

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“I have ne’er brought a woman here,” he said and watched her eyes widen with surprise. “I swear to ye that ye are the verra first woman to share this bed with me.”

“But why wouldnae ye bring one of them here?”

“Would ye believe me if I told ye it was to keep Magda quiet?”

“Nay, if only because the woman was ne’er here at night to see if ye brought a woman here or nay. Oh, did ye fear that their scent might linger here long after ye were done with them?”

He blinked in surprise as he realized that that was a very good reason to keep the sort of lovers he had had out of his house. “I ne’er thought of that but, nay, that wasnae the reason. I have a few kinsmen who were, shall we say, much sought after, including my own father. One once told me that the wisest thing to do is to keep your own home free of the women ye use just for pleasure or to scratch an itch. He said a mon should never soil his own nest.”

Before she could ask him exactly what that meant, he kissed her. With one stroke of his tongue in her mouth, she lost all concern about other women, well-used beds, and steeped-in-sin kinsmen who spoke of soiling nests. The fire that had briefly cooled inside her flared into full life again. She tentatively touched her tongue to his and heard him sharply catch his breath. That sign that he liked her to give as well as take caused her to feel almost bold and she was soon giving as much as she was taking despite her inexperience.

Tormand struggled to keep control of his raging desire. Despite how quickly she was learning to kiss in a way that had him panting like a hard run dog, he knew she was an innocent. Giving full rein to the passion that was racing through his body could easily be enough to frighten her away and that was the very last thing he wanted to do.

When she slid her small soft hands beneath his shirt, he groaned with the force of the pleasure that rolled over him. If he had been standing up he felt sure he would have been sinking to his knees. He yanked off his shirt and threw it aside, frustrated by the cloth that kept her tormenting hands from moving freely over his skin. He could feel the power of her shy caress all the way to the soles of his feet.

Kissing her again, starved for the taste of her, he began to unlace her gown. Tormand felt that if he did not soon feel their bodies touch, flesh to flesh, he could go mad. The anticipation of that first touch had him shaking. All the skills he had gathered in all those beds he had skipped through were slipping through his fingers with each touch of her hands, each kiss they shared.

Morainn felt shyness try to creep over her and cool her desire as Tormand removed her gown and began to unlace her shift. She had never been naked before a man. She did not think she had been naked before anyone since she had been a small child. Thinking of all the very beautiful women he had bedded made her fear that she could never compare favorably to them. Every fault she had ever seen in her own body suddenly leapt to mind. She forced herself to remember her dreams and how good it had felt to be skin to skin with Tormand. Slowly, she began to feel her shyness and unease ebb away. The feel of his warm flesh beneath her hands helped her to push aside all concern about how she would soon be naked before this breathtakingly handsome man, a man who had known so many women yet felt a strong desire for her. Instead she thought about how soon he might be as naked as she was, shedding his clothes so that she could see and feel all of his fine strong body.

The moment Tormand removed the last of Morainn’s clothes, he sat up and began to tear off his own with none of the care and practiced movements he had always used before. He did not want to play any flirtatious or seductive games; he just wanted to be naked with her as soon as he could. He could teach her the pleasure to be found in such games later.

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He stared at her as he rapidly undressed. She was slim, but had beautifully full breasts and well-rounded hips. She was soft in all the places a woman should be. Her nipples were a soft rose color, hard, inviting, and temptingly long. Her unblemished skin was a soft golden color all over, just as he had dreamed it would be. Between her surprisingly long, shapely legs was a small arrowhead-shaped nest of dark curls pointing the way to paradise. He fought the urge to lift her legs up, drape them over his shoulders, and kiss that sweet spot for he knew that, for her first time with a man, he had to move slowly.

He saw how she studied his body, the warm look of appreciation in her eyes enough to make him want to preen just a little. Then her gaze settled on his groin where his manhood stood tall and proud. When her eyes widened and he saw the hint of fear steal some of the warmth and interest from her eyes, he quickly returned to her arms and kissed her. The feel of her soft, warm skin brushing up against his in every place where their bodies touched made him tremble like some untried youth. Tormand did not think there was anything in his life that had felt this good. He knew that ought to alarm him, but all he could do was revel in it.

A soft gasp of pleasure escaped Morainn when Tormand’s hand slid down from her neck and lightly stroked her breast. Until he touched the hard tip of her breast with his finger she would never have believed they could ache any more than they already did, but now the ache was so deep and fierce it was almost painful. He began to torment her other breast in the same manner, stroking and gently pinching the tips with his long, clever fingers as he spread kisses all round. She arched into his touch, needing more but not sure how to ask, or even what that more was. Then he took one aching tip deep into the moist heat of his mouth and suckled her and she knew.

Morainn felt a wildness seize her. She tried to touch Tormand everywhere, tried to pull him closer and rubbed her body against his in a way that the still sane part of her mind knew revealed her desperate need. The hard proof of his desire rubbed against her womanhood and she was soon aching there as well. Then, suddenly, his hand was there. Morainn flinched once in shock over such a deeply intimate touch, but her shock died quickly beneath the waves of delight caused by his caress. By the time he slid one long finger inside of her she did not care what he did so long as it eased the hunger that was nearly tearing her apart.

Tormand groaned at the feel of her wet heat surrounding his finger and knew he could wait no longer to possess her. Every soft cry of pleasure Morainn made, every inviting shift of her lithe body against his, snapped one more thread of the control he fought for. He knew he could easily spill his seed on the linen if he did not take her soon and that was an embarrassment he did not want to suffer. Moving his hand to her soft thigh, he settled himself between her thighs and slowly began to enter her, sweat sliding down his back at the effort it took to move as gently as he felt she needed him to.

When Morainn felt something a great deal larger than a finger start to push its way inside of her, she tensed despite all of her efforts not to. Her mind was suddenly crowded with every horror story women had told her about bedding a man, especially for the first time, and as a midwife helping with the results of those beddings she had heard a lot. Common sense told her that it could not be as bad as those tales implied or so many women would not do it repeatedly. As she felt herself stretched to accommodate Tormand’s invasion of her body, however, the voice of common sense began to be drowned out by the voice of fear.

“Hush, bonnie Morainn, my own,” Tormand whispered against her mouth as he felt her tense. “Hold fast and kiss me, sweet. Dinnae think of anything but how good we feel together.”

She did and the searing heat of his kiss began to burn away her fear.

“Now, wrap those beautiful legs around me. Ah,
Jesu
, aye. That is the way. Ah, ’tis as I thought. This
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will be your first time with a mon.”

There was a tone to his voice that slipped through the fog of the desire clouding her mind. It sounded very much like male pride and satisfaction, the voice of a conqueror. Morainn had a sudden ridiculous image of him strutting around like a proud rooster among the hens. Her wild thoughts abruptly ended when he suddenly pushed hard inside of her and a sharp pain cooled the heat in her blood like a bucket of icy water.