Rebel Kiss: A Historical Romance Novel (Scottish Rebels Book 1) (19 page)

She was nervous.

“Alright, we’ll
stay then.  Thank ye for the generous offer,” Rowan said as he swooped Anna
into his arms and elicited a surprised giggle from his wife.

Chapter Fifteen

Rowan unlocked the
door of the croft behind the chapel.  Tucking the key into his pocket, he
turned around and whisked Anna into his arms, sealing her protest with a kiss
as he stepped over the threshold.

“Ye ken that I’m
nothing if not traditional,” he chuckled as he set Anna lightly onto her feet
in the dark room.  “And its supposed tae be good luck tae carry yer bride over
the threshold.  We need all the luck that we can muster at this point, Anna,”
he said eyes stern, alluding to the consequences that they would soon have to
face.

Anna stood in the
middle of the small room, rubbing her hands over her arms in an effort to get
warm.  Rowan knelt down at the hearth and expertly kindled a few sparks into a
roaring fire.  The fire cast an inviting glow on the small room, revealing gray
stone walls and a simple four poster bed covered with a white muslin quilt.

Anna followed
Rowan’s gaze and turned to look around the room, eyes settling on the bed.  Her
face flushed with color when she thought about what was about to happen in that
bed.  The room pleased her.  It was quaint and cozy and she was thankful that
they would not have to spend their wedding night out in the cold, dark forest.

“Come here, love,”
Rowan said, extending up his hand towards her.  He pulled Anna gently down onto
his lap in front of the fire.  “Let’s get you warm,” he whispered, wrapping his
arms around her and nuzzling at her neck.  It felt so good to hold her, so
right to have her safely in his arms.

 Safe for now, he
reminded himself.

He placed light
kisses across her delicate collar bone and worked his way slowly up her neck. 
Liquid fire coursed through Anna’s blood as Rowan’s lips touched her skin.  She
reached her arms up behind his neck and held on tightly, reveling in his sweet
torment.

 Rowan drew away
and looked down at his wife, his eyes clouded with passion.  He placed a finger
on her full bottom lip and when she parted her lips willingly in response, he
settled his mouth gently atop hers.  He kissed Anna slowly and tenderly,
savoring her silky lips beneath his own.  She tasted like sunshine and honey
and as he slid his tongue into her mouth to fully taste her, he thought that he
might die from the sheer pleasure.  Anna met his kiss with enthusiasm.  She
spurred him on with her insistent tongue.  She moaned softly against him and
leaned into the kiss, driving him wild with desire.  Rowan broke away from her
and rested his forehead against hers before placing a chaste kiss on her lips
and standing to his full height.

“Ye canna imagine
how many times I’ve dreamed of that since we’ve been apart.  Ye feel so damn
good and I canna believe that yer mine…” Rowan trailed off, flooded with
emotion. 

“Stop talking and
kiss me again, Husband,” Anna said impatiently as she fisted her hands in
Rowan’s hair and pulled his mouth down atop hers.

Rowan growled
again and obliged his wife’s request.  He kissed her with all of the pent up
passion and frustration that he had been harboring since she was taken from
him.  When rational thought returned to his mind, he broke the kiss and
breathing heavily, looked down at his beautiful bride.  Rowan was determined to
make this night perfect.

Anna stared up at
him, lips ruddy from his kisses and hazel eyes clouded with passion from his
touch.

Rowan had never
wanted something so badly in his entire life.

Slowly, he reached
out and spun Anna so that her back was to his front.  He kissed a trail down
her graceful neck and ran his hands across her breasts and over her belly. 
Anna melted against him.  She reached up her hand behind his neck to toy with
the small hairs at the base of his skull.  Anna felt Rowan’s desire pressing
against her bottom, and she pushed against him, eliciting a groan of pleasure
from Rowan.

Rowan ran his
fingers over her breasts and cupped them through the fabric of her dress. 
Anna’s nipples stood in response to his touch and he flicked his thumbs
playfully across them.  His fingers traced the line of her narrow waist and
found the laces at the back of her dress, fumbling to untie them.  Her dress
finally gave way, and he pulled the bodice away from her torso, sliding it inch
by inch down her body and over her hips until it lay in a pool around them on
the floor.

“Let me look at
ye, Anna,” Rowan whispered into her hair as he spun her slowly around to face
him. 

Anna was clad now
only in her silk chemise, its lace rimmed edges cresting the tops of her
breasts and thighs.  The fabric was so delicate that Rowan could see her up thrust
nipples and the blonde hair shielding her womanhood nestled between her supple
thighs.  She was exquisite.  His cock pulsed against the restraint of his pants
in response to her body.

Anna bit her
bottom lip and boldly took the thin fabric of her chemise between her fingers. 
She slid one arm out of the straps and then the other, clutching the cool
fabric to her breasts for a moment as she held Rowan’s gaze.  She slid the
silky fabric over her breasts and down her body, pushing it over her hips and
allowing it to fall to the floor.  She stood unashamed and naked in front of
her husband.

Rowan stood as
still as a statue, eyes burning across the naked flesh of his wife.  He knew
that she was beautiful, but to see her in her full glory took his breath away. 
Anna’s skin was golden in the firelight.  Her long blonde hair cascaded down
her back, disheveled from his fingers running through it.  Her breasts were
full and crowned with taut pink nipples that Rowan knew ached for his touch. 
The skin of her belly was firm and tapered into a thatch of curls that shielded
her intimate feminine parts, surrounded on either side by perfectly
proportioned curvy hips. 

She was heaven on
Earth.  And she belonged to him.

Rowan reached out
slowly and traced the delicate curve of Anna’s side, causing goose flesh to
break out on her skin.  She took a step toward him and began unbuttoning his
shirt, taking her time as she did so.  When the last button was undone, Anna
ran her fingers lightly across his chest, brushing his sensitive nipples and
causing Rowan to shiver in response to her touch. 

Anna felt powerful
as she dropped Rowan’s shirt to the ground, knowing that her lightest touch
could evoke such a strong reaction in such a huge man.  Her confidence
bolstered by his reaction, she slid her fingers slowly down his chest and
beneath the fabric of his pants, pulling them away from his body as she
unbuttoned them.

When her fingers
faltered with the buttons, Rowan took over, and with her hands atop his, they
removed his pants.

Anna gasped
involuntarily when she saw his erection break free from the confines of his
pants.  She took a step back and her eyes now held a distinguishable look of
fear.

Rowan chuckled
softly at her response to him.  “Ye were made tae fit me, Anna.  Doona fash
yerself.  I promise…ye were made for me,” he whispered honeyed words in an
effort to revive the passion in her eyes.

“I don’t think…”
she trailed off, eyes wild with disbelief and unable to find the right words to
tell Rowan that there was no way this could possibly work.

Rowan pulled Anna
towards his chest and wrapped her in his arms, shivering from feeling the
expanse of her naked body against the length of his own.  “If it makes ye feel
any better…this is my first time too,” Rowan revealed his secret, the fact that
he was also a virgin.

“How is that
supposed to make me feel better?  I thought you said you knew that it would
fit!” Anna fretted, now alarmed.

Rowan’s chest
shook beneath her cheek as he worked hard to suppress his laughter.  “It will,
sweetheart.  I promise.  And it will feel sae good that ye’ll be begging me for
it next time,” he vowed, secretly hoping that he wouldn’t hurt Anna.  He was a
large man.  Anna was petite and fine-boned.  Rowan knew that he would need to
be careful and controlled when he entered her for the first time.  He would
need to give her time to adjust to him and he only hoped that his willpower
would be sufficient to restrain his instinctual movement.

Silencing any further
protests, Rowan captured Anna’s lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue stroked
hers and he bit her lower lip languidly, provoking her need until she was again
wild with desire.

 Anna’s nails
scored the skin of Rowan’s back and his chest as she pulled him closer, seeking
to claim him as her own. There was an aching between Anna’s thighs, dull and
consuming.  She knew that she needed something to quell the ache, but was
unsure of just what it was.

 Rowan lifted her
in his arms, never breaking contact with her lips.  He laid her on the bed,
golden hair spilling around her in contrast to the white quilt.  Rowan’s cock
throbbed in anticipation of entering her.  He fought to retain his composure as
he beheld Anna’s beautiful body splayed before him. 

And then she
smiled at him, a lusty, wanton smile.

Rowan spread his
fingers across Anna’s belly and held her gaze as he lowered his head to her
breasts, groaning in ecstasy as he palmed her right breast and teased her
nipple with his thumb.  Slowly, he lowered his lips toward her rosy nipple,
allowing the warmth of his breath on her sensitive skin to torment her as she
writhed beneath him.  When he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled, Anna
came undone, emitting a wild moan of pleasure as she bucked against him.

Rowan slid his
hand down Anna’s belly and through the curls between her thighs, his erection
pulsing as he remembered how she had responded to him the first time that he
touched her intimately beneath the shroud of the blanket in the forest.  As he
continued to suckle Anna’s delicate breasts, he parted her intimate folds and
groaned with pleasure when his fingers met her slick, wet heat. 

“Yer sae wet for me,”
Rowan growled as his fingers explored her most delicate skin, teasing and
coaxing her to further heights of pleasure.  Knowing that Anna was so wet and
so ready for him was more than Rowan could stand.

He slid one finger
into her sheath and Anna exploded in response.  She writhed against him and
moaned his name, lost in the throes of her ecstasy.  Tormenting her further and
preparing her to take him, Rowan watched Anna hungrily as he inserted a second
finger into her tight, wet heat.

Anna cried out
now, mad with desire as Rowan’s fingers drove in and out of her, gently stoking
the fire that was building between her thighs to a roaring blaze.  Her hips
arched to meet each thrust of his fingers.  The delicious stretching fullness
that they gave her was almost more than she could stand.

“Rowan!” she cried
out desperately, begging him to satiate her.

Hearing Anna cry
out his name was the last straw.  Rowan needed to be inside of her now or he
would spill his seed.

Drawing his mouth
away from her nipple, he settled himself between her thighs and continued to
tease the nub of her desire with his expert fingers.  Anna was wild with
passion.  Holding his erection in his hand, Rowan positioned the tip of his
manhood at the entrance to her sheath and with a groan of pleasure, he took her
maidenhead with one powerful thrust.

Anna’s breath
caught in her throat.  An involuntary cry of pain fell from her lips, crashing
Rowan back down to reality from the heights of his pleasure.

“It hurts, Rowan,”
she protested, eyes searching his face, passion dissipating from her eyes. 
“Can you…can you make it better?  Can you make it stop hurting?” she begged
with tears welling in her eyes.

Rowan fought hard
to regain his composure.  Never had he felt something so wonderful, so erotic
and pleasurable, as being inside of his wife.  His muscles quivered with the
restraint that it took to hold himself still inside of her.  All the while his
breathing was ragged and his chest heaved with the effort of holding still. 
Every instinct in his body told him to move, to drive into her, to spill his
seed deep within her womb.  Anna was so tight and wet.  She felt so exquisite
around him that he knew he could not hold off much longer.

“I’m sorry,
sweetheart,” Rowan whispered tenderly through gritted teeth.  “Can ye bring yer
knees up a bit…make more room for me tae…” he trailed off as she obeyed his
suggestion, bringing up her knees and sending waves of ecstasy up the length of
his cock as her muscles hugged him.

Rowan couldn’t
hold out much longer.  He needed to move, to thrust into her, to claim her
fully.  His slid a finger down between their joined bodies and gently stroked
her, coaxing the passion back into her eyes.  He kissed her mouth, suckled her
breasts and worked his fingers against her sensitive nub until he felt her tension
begin to dissipate and Anna was again moaning against him.

Ever so carefully,
he withdrew himself slightly from her wet sheath, and then, using every ounce
of restraint that he possessed, he slid himself back gently into her wetness,
shuddering with pleasure.

 When Anna cried
out in response and lifted her knees higher, pulling him deeper inside of her,
Rowan came undone.  All shreds of his control had evaporated.  He thrust into
her powerfully now, withdrawing his full length and then sinking himself to the
hilt with each thrust.

Rowan felt Anna tighten
around him.  He increased the rhythm of his fingers, working her in time with
his thrusts.  She called out his name loudly and her legs began to quiver
against his as the first waves of her orgasm overtook her.