he smoothed it gently over the hot skin.
“Brodie,” she questioned and found herself pushing back against his hand. Her woman’s place was on fire. She felt a powerful longing within her, but she didn’t know what she needed. Except that it had to do with the man torturing her in a whole new way now.
“God’s teeth, Anna,” he groaned. His hand moved between her legs, parting them. “I canna fuck ye. But I desperately want to.”
“Nay,” she said in disappointment. She knew it would be wrong, but she also knew if he wanted to be intimate with her, she would let him.
He still didn’t move away. Suddenly his hand cupped her swollen lower lips and she sucked in a breath, waited. “Brodie. Please.” She ached, she wanted. Instincts she knew little about told her she needed him inside her.
“I canna drive my rod into ye, but I can give ye relief.” One of his long fingers found her center, pushed inside her.
Relief? She froze in surprise and adjusted to the strangeness of what he was doing. Then a second finger slipped inside as well, and he slowly moved them about. When his thumb brushed her tiny bud, she held her breath and then cried out, “Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh!”
After that he worked her body with every bit as much effort as he’d put into spanking her. She squeezed her inner muscles over those wondrous fingers. She squeezed her thighs to hold his hand in place. And she went wild as he took her to a place she’d never been. Finally she stiffened, moaned, and felt juices flooding over his fingers.
When she’d collapsed against the table, he eased his fingers out of her and stepped back. Her face was flaming again, no doubt as red as her very tender bottom. She didn’t think she could face him after what they’d done.
He un-tucked her skirts and gently lowered them over her burning bottom. “Ye canna stay there forever, Anna.” He pulled her upright and turned her to face him. “I am sorry. I shouldna have…”
She boldly lifted her chin. “Spanked me?”
One side of his mouth twitched. “Nay. Ye deserved a spanking.”
“We need not talk about the other.” If it were possible, her face flamed even more. She gave him a soft smile. “’The other’ was…very nice.”
He closed his eyes, heaved a frustrated sigh, and shook his head. “Aye, it was. But it canna happen agin.”
He took her arm and led her from the tower house. They walked silently together back across the bailey and into the keep. Agatha was waiting for him, looking none too pleased.
“You must worry less about me, Laird Urquhart, and more about Lady Stonewall.”
With that, Annabel walked with head held high across the partially filled room. She knew many of the people there wondered why she’d returned with their laird instead of with Angus. They probably wondered just what she’d been doing with their laird, especially now that his betrothed was here. She smiled but spoke to no one as she went to the stairs and carefully walked up to her bedchamber. Her bottom hurt, but it was her woman’s place that still shivered with excitement. ‘Twas a very good thing no one knew exactly what they’d been doing.
* * *
Angus stood in the far corner of the great hall, watching in furious silence as The Great Scottish Devil walked in with his “ward.” He had started to go back into the tower house to demand Annabel Henderson’s hand in marriage because he was fed up with the whole job he’d been hired to do. He would rather be off warring somewhere than waiting around to get rid of her. The perfect chance had come and gone up on the parapet. In a moment of softness—which he rarely had—he had drug her back to safety, instead of nudging her over the wall. It would not happen again! Especially after what he had heard and seen only moments ago.
He watched the beautiful tinker’s daughter walk gingerly up the stairs across the room. He noticed how she winced once and he knew her skirts were brushing over a very
“Brodie,” she questioned and found herself pushing back against his hand. Her woman’s place was on fire. She felt a powerful longing within her, but she didn’t know what she needed. Except that it had to do with the man torturing her in a whole new way now.
“God’s teeth, Anna,” he groaned. His hand moved between her legs, parting them. “I canna fuck ye. But I desperately want to.”
“Nay,” she said in disappointment. She knew it would be wrong, but she also knew if he wanted to be intimate with her, she would let him.
He still didn’t move away. Suddenly his hand cupped her swollen lower lips and she sucked in a breath, waited. “Brodie. Please.” She ached, she wanted. Instincts she knew little about told her she needed him inside her.
“I canna drive my rod into ye, but I can give ye relief.” One of his long fingers found her center, pushed inside her.
Relief? She froze in surprise and adjusted to the strangeness of what he was doing. Then a second finger slipped inside as well, and he slowly moved them about. When his thumb brushed her tiny bud, she held her breath and then cried out, “Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh!”
After that he worked her body with every bit as much effort as he’d put into spanking her. She squeezed her inner muscles over those wondrous fingers. She squeezed her thighs to hold his hand in place. And she went wild as he took her to a place she’d never been. Finally she stiffened, moaned, and felt juices flooding over his fingers.
When she’d collapsed against the table, he eased his fingers out of her and stepped back. Her face was flaming again, no doubt as red as her very tender bottom. She didn’t think she could face him after what they’d done.
He un-tucked her skirts and gently lowered them over her burning bottom. “Ye canna stay there forever, Anna.” He pulled her upright and turned her to face him. “I am sorry. I shouldna have…”
She boldly lifted her chin. “Spanked me?”
One side of his mouth twitched. “Nay. Ye deserved a spanking.”
“We need not talk about the other.” If it were possible, her face flamed even more. She gave him a soft smile. “’The other’ was…very nice.”
He closed his eyes, heaved a frustrated sigh, and shook his head. “Aye, it was. But it canna happen agin.”
He took her arm and led her from the tower house. They walked silently together back across the bailey and into the keep. Agatha was waiting for him, looking none too pleased.
“You must worry less about me, Laird Urquhart, and more about Lady Stonewall.”
With that, Annabel walked with head held high across the partially filled room. She knew many of the people there wondered why she’d returned with their laird instead of with Angus. They probably wondered just what she’d been doing with their laird, especially now that his betrothed was here. She smiled but spoke to no one as she went to the stairs and carefully walked up to her bedchamber. Her bottom hurt, but it was her woman’s place that still shivered with excitement. ‘Twas a very good thing no one knew exactly what they’d been doing.
* * *
Angus stood in the far corner of the great hall, watching in furious silence as The Great Scottish Devil walked in with his “ward.” He had started to go back into the tower house to demand Annabel Henderson’s hand in marriage because he was fed up with the whole job he’d been hired to do. He would rather be off warring somewhere than waiting around to get rid of her. The perfect chance had come and gone up on the parapet. In a moment of softness—which he rarely had—he had drug her back to safety, instead of nudging her over the wall. It would not happen again! Especially after what he had heard and seen only moments ago.
He watched the beautiful tinker’s daughter walk gingerly up the stairs across the room. He noticed how she winced once and he knew her skirts were brushing over a very
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