The Laird's Kidnapped Bride by Mysty McPartland

overwhelmed. Her satisfaction didn’t last long. If the big galoot thought for one second that he could share what they had just shared with any other woman, he was very much mistaken. Slowly she let her gaze drift over his magnificent form. My, oh, my, he’s so beautiful and built so powerfully. Her eyes went back to his handsome face. She still couldn’t believe this man was the foul, stinking creature she first met. Who would have thought that underneath all that facial hair was such a glorious-looking male? It was sacrilege to cover up such beauty. Her mouth tightened, knowing that other females would certainly find him attractive and would try to seduce him into their beds. Perhaps it might be wise if he grew back his beard At least that way, she wouldn’t be continuously beating women off him with a stick.
    She watched as his eyes opened and a wide grin of proud male satisfaction spread across his face. She could tell that he was very pleased with himself. Rolling over on his side, he placed a possessive arm across her waist, his eyes glowing with mirth. “I canna see what ye are so pleased about, ye sniveling dog,” she groused, trying to hide the fact she was just as happy.
    “I was hoping I dinna hurt ye too much, dearling.” Cameron replied in a low, gravelly voice. His hand came up and stroked the side of her head.
    “Nay. ‘Tis a fact that I hardly noticed what ye were about. I was too busy reciting my favorite prayer.” She couldn’t help but smile when he burst into laughter.
    He drew her closer until she was flat up against him. “Is that right? Mmm, mayhap I’m losing m’ touch. I’ll have to practice some more.”
    Annoyed, she elbowed him in the stomach. “Ye willna be practicing with anyone else, ye randy ram. I’ll slice ye to ribbons if ye even think about it.”
    He bought his hand up from her stomach and cupped her cheek. “Ye need have nae fear of that, sweetling. I can assure ye that ye have ruined me for any other wench.” Her jealousy pleased him greatly.
    “Harrumph, we will see. Ye ken that it was completely different to what my mother told me to expect. There was nothing filthy or messy about it. Why do ye think she lied?” She stared up at him curiously.
    With a tip of his shoulder, he smiled tenderly back at her. “I canna say, dear heart. Some women never find pleasure in mating. ‘Tis a fact that some men are selfish, only concerned with their own desire and take what they want without any concern for their partner.”
    She considered his explanation and decided he was probably right. She felt sorry for all those poor women who never found any pleasure when mating with a man. She could only be thankful that her husband was different. She let out a throaty purr when his fingers lightly grazed down her arm. It set off tingles throughout her body and she snuggled closer. Without realizing what she was doing, her hand caressed his wide, solid chest. The light hair spattering it tickled her palm, sending sensations sparking through her.
    “I, on the other hand, sweeting, plan to give ye as much satisfaction as I can. I want to pleasure ye until ye scream my name and beg for mercy.” He whispered in her ear.
    The promise of those words tipped her over the edge; her whole being suddenly burst with desire and need. She rolled on to her back and dragged him with her. She grasped the nape of his neck and drew his face down to hers. She took his mouth aggressively as her fingers dug into his shoulders. She was unconcerned by how wicked and wanton she was being. The hunger for him was back, even stronger than before. Mouths fused together as their tongues teased each other’s. He caught the sounds of her pleasure as his big hand stroked and caressed every inch of her. His magic fingers between her thighs sent her over the edge. Her whole body curved up as he settled between her spread legs and slipped into her body.
    At first they slowly rocked together, but soon it wasn’t