She grinned. "'Twill cover any noise we make."
He blew out a harsh breath and sent her an accusatory look. "I thought I was strong, but I cannot resist you."
"There is no need to now that we are betrothed."
She unclasped the brooch at his shoulder that had been holding his plaid sash in place, then unfastened his doublet. After she deposited them on the table, he yanked the shirt over his head and flung it toward the heap of clothing. She feasted her eyes on the luscious bulging muscles of his torso and his rippled abdomen all the way down to his soft doeskin trews that left little to the imagination. His erection was clearly outlined beneath.
How delectable he looked.
Moving forward, she boldly took hold of the leather string and tugged, untying, then unlacing his trews to reveal the narrow line of hair on his lower abdomen that led downward to fascinating male parts.
"Isobel," he said in a warning tone.
"Aye?" Giving him a playful little grin, she trailed her fingers inside and along his hot, hard shaft.
He groaned and grasped her wrist to draw her hand away. "Wicked lass," he said in a teasing hiss and dragged her to him for a kiss. In one hand, he secured both her wrists behind her back.
"Mmm." Heavens! What was he doing? He had never restrained her like this before, but somehow she found it excited her more. As if he was taking control of her, possessing her.
Keeping her mouth occupied with a scrumptious, erotic kiss, he unclasped the brooch at her chest and then her belt, allowing her arisaid to drop at her feet. After moving aside her other clothing, he untied the string holding her smock in place and dragged it down to expose her breasts.
She gasped at the excitement that raced through her. The cool air in the room teased her skin. Bending her backwards he drew her peaked nipple into his hot mouth. The tonguing and sucking he unleashed on her was so arousing, she couldn't think.
"Oh, Dirk. Aye."
After he'd suckled her other breast and teased it for a few moments, he released her, moved to a chair by the hearth and dropped into it. "Come now, lass. Don't make me wait."
What game was he playing? Grabbing onto a chair at the table, she could scarce stand or find the words to form a coherent sentence while her mind returned to her.
She eyed him and his playful smirk. "Oh, I see. Now that we are betrothed, you think to order me about, do you?" She sashayed toward him.
"Aye."
She loved his faint playful grin.
"Sit on my lap," he said.
She perched sideways on his rock-hard thighs, leaned in and placed an innocent peck on his lips. Threading his fingers into her hair, he drew her closer still and, with his tongue flicking roguishly against hers, turned the kiss into a sinful, steamy delight. She could hardly think after a few seconds. She simply wanted to eat him up.
"Get up for a moment," he murmured against her lips, his hands on her waist. She did, then he slid her petticoats up to her knees and dragged her forward into a different position, straddling his lap. What a wanton and scandalous position. A shockingly enticing position. She scooted closer, feeling his hardened shaft through their clothing.
He dug beneath her smock and petticoats, then slid his hot, calloused hands over her knees and up the outside of her thighs all while his mouth ate at hers.
He moaned. "You are temptation itself."
She tugged again at the leather ties on his trews, loosening them. Gathering her courage and hoping he wouldn't stop her this time, she slipped her hand inside. When she touched his heated, hard flesh, his breath hissed between his teeth.
Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she squeezed. How silky yet hard as stone he felt.
He groaned. "Are you trying to make me lose control?"
"Aye."
"Not before you do." His fingers stole between her legs and he gently parted her sex lips. Sliding one finger between, he found her moisture and spread it, circling some incredibly sensitive and excited part of her.
"Oh, Dirk," she gasped. He knew the exact magical spot to caress and drive her mad with lust.
"Damn, you feel good," he growled.
She arched her back, trying to push herself closer to him. With his other arm around her low back he drew her closer and stroked her delicate flesh with his wet fingers. Oh heavens, he made her yearn. She wiggled her hips, while squeezing and tugging at his rigid shaft, trying to show him what she wanted.
"Saints, lass!" he muttered behind clenched teeth, then surprised her by lifting her and laying her back onto the hard, wooden floor.
"Aye, take me." She didn't care how or where, she simply wanted him now.
He shoved her skirts higher, spread her legs and moved down as if to examine her most secret place in the candlelight.
"What are you—?"
But then he touched her with his… tongue?
"Oh saints! Dirk? What—?" She tried to protest, but her words turned to moans. All she knew was that he was kissing and licking her in a most scandalous spot, sliding his hot, wet tongue along her nether lips and between. Her arousal flamed up, hot chills covering her, capturing her breath, making her twist and yearn for more.
She heard herself cry out and tried to stop, biting her finger. Her back arched and her hips rocked against him, as he held them in a fierce grip and devoured her.
Oh, what on earth was he doing, sliding his tongue into her? He moaned as if he might enjoy it as much as she did. She had never known a wicked act or a carnal pleasure like this existed. Oh heavens, his tongue flicked at that special spot, the pinpoint of sensation that was near too intense to bear. The many sharp tingles coalesced and spiraled faster, then an explosive pleasure crashed into her, consuming her for several long seconds.
When next she became aware, gasping for breath, her whole body buzzing as if it had been struck by lightning, she felt she was flying. But it was only that Dirk lifted her and set her on his lap again, her legs still spread. She held on around his neck and dropped her head to his shoulder, trying to breathe and make sense of these astonishing sensations. Certainly, he'd given her the climax before, le petite mort, but each time the intensity of it surprised her. Especially this time. Somehow he'd near driven her out of her mind with arousal and sexual pleasure.
"Mmm," he growled against her ear. "You taste sweet, Isobel."
"You are mad to… lick me in such a place."
He gave a little chuckle-moan. "Call me a madman then, but I believe I'll have you for dessert every night."
She trembled at the mere thought of such a sensual treat every night.
"Are you ready for me?" He drew her upward and positioned his erection just beneath her. The velvety tip teased her tender flesh, and she suddenly hungered to feel him deep inside.
"Aye. Now." Abruptly she pushed downward onto him and he jerked, thrusting into her an inch or two. She gasped, having forgotten how his size was excessive, but each second felt better than the last. He moved, sliding in and out shallowly, but gradually driving deeper each time. His jaw clenched hard and he gazed into her eyes with awe and dark passion. He was a fiery one. She wiggled her hips, squeezing him as she lowered herself onto him. Deeper and deeper he slid.
He growled as he reached her depths. He held himself still there, at that perfect spot and stared into her eyes while placing wee sweet kisses on her lips.