Temptation in Tartan by Suz deMello

Author:Suz deMello [deMello, Suz]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, pdf
Tags: Erotica
ISBN: 9781419937958
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc
Published: 2012-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

Seamas didn’t have much in his wardrobe worthy of the occasion, and bellowed for Dame Ellen for help. He didn’t much like the dame, but she was the nearest thing the MacReivers had to a castle chatelaine. As he’d expected, she didn’t take the news of his handfasting with good cheer.

“Isn’t this a little sudden?” She peered at him through hoary eyes.

“’Tis long overdue. Ye deserve a peaceful life, not to have to try to manage this auld castle.” Though she’d been an utter failure in that role, he wouldn’t tell her so. ’Twould be unkind.

“’Tis no problem,” she simpered.

“I’m being handfasted to Moira Cameron this eve, Dame Ellen. Fetch me proper clothing from the stores.”

“They would be in your room, milaird.”

He nodded tightly. He should have known better than to ask the old dame for help. Along with her fancy Lowland accent, she had oozed disdain from the first day she’d stepped over the threshold. Nothing was good enough for her precious daughter, certainly not anything that Clan MacReiver possessed.

Before Ellen turned to go, she said, “Be ye wary of that gel.”

“Moira Cameron?”

“I do not trust her.”

Despite his misgivings about Dame Ellen, he had to ask. “Why?”

“She says she’s from Lochaber, I hear. I don’t believe she has a Lochaber accent.”

“There’s a Lochaber accent?”

“I believe so. And besides, she’s a redhead. Redheads are not to be trusted.”

He snorted with disgust. “Superstitious twaddle!”

“You did not think there were vampires, either, did you?”

His laugh died on his lips, but he quickly recovered. “That’s different.”

“Mark my words.” And with that, the old crone retreated.

Seamas returned to his room and tapped on the door. “Moira?”

“Ah, ah…aye, milaird?” She sounded as though she was panting.

“Are ye all right?” He pushed the door open and gasped.

She was naked, standing by his bed, clutching one of the posts. Her red curls hung down her back, damp and disheveled. Her body shone, still moist from her wash, and her humid, feminine scent tickled his nostrils.

Now, he thought. He advanced into the room and reached for her. She didn’t resist, instead pinning him with her wide, green, unforgettable eyes. She had the mien of a lady, but she couldn’t conceal her inner wildness, which shone out of those eyes.

He took her lips with his. Mindful of her basic innocence and her recent hurtful experiences, he nibbled tenderly at her lips before sliding his tongue back and forth, politely asking for entry. She tacitly agreed, opening a little. He caressed the soft inner lining of her lips before venturing farther, waiting for her response. After a few seconds, she hesitantly touched her tongue to his and retreated.

He would have none of it, pursuing, still keeping his desire leashed but stating his intentions…

Will you?

A firm push against his tongue with hers. Yes. Yes, I will.

He pressed her back against the tumbled bed, pushing his body against hers, letting her feel his need pulsing hard against the soft curls at the apex of her thighs.

She gasped and squirmed and he let her go immediately.

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