A Laird to Hold Angeline Fortin (most important books of all time .TXT) 📖

will under the erotic caress. He longed to make love to her in truth, but knew he was too large to possess her until she was fully healed.

“Ye cannae, lass.”

“Shh, trust me,” she threw his words back at him.

Leaning over him, she kissed his lips and moved downward. Replicating the path he’d taken with her. Down and down further while Laird’s heart pounded with rapacious anticipation. He threw a forearm over his eyes, willing her on.

Hot lips trailed over his chest. Teeth nipped at his stomach and down to his navel. Her capable hands followed, gliding over his ribs and down to his hips until her thumbs grazed him lightly. A harsh groan escaped him as her tongue marked a slow, southerly path. Every muscle he possessed was coiled with expectation.

It’d been so long. Too long. His body begged for release.

Then she stopped and a howl of frustration passed his lips before he could bite it back. Lifting his head, Laird found her watching him. Her lips hovering over the head of his cock. She lifted a brow, the wee she-devil. Taunting him with the warm caress of her breath. Her eyes lit not only with mirth but with the flames of desire, too.

Her body craved his as much as Laird longed to throw her down and bury himself to the hilt within her, but they couldn’t have that…yet.

He must be satisfied with what Scarlett could give him. If she would give it, the bonny witch.

Her wicked smile widened as if she could read his thoughts. Shaking her head from side to side, she let her long damp locks brush across him, teasing him. With a groan, Laird slammed his head back against the pillow and threaded his finger through her hair. Pushing it back from her face and God help him, urging her down.

Her huff of laughter stroked him again, but it was immediately followed by her hot, wet tongue licking his cock from base to tip. A harsh oath passed his lips as he arched up. Her tongue circled the head of his member and lust racked his body. Then, finally, she took him into her mouth. Down, down. Exaltation raged within him and when her lips withdrew with delicious friction, Laird couldn’t deny the jubilant release that tore through him. Ravaging him as he spent himself between her honey lips.

A pleased hum vibrated through Scarlett’s body as she crawled up him, pausing to lick his navel along the way.

With a growl, Laird caught her around the waist and turned her beneath him. He kissed the hollow between her breasts then rested his head against her bosom.

“Ah, mo chroí, conas adhairim dom.”

Professing his adoration couldn’t begin to define the depths of his love for her. They were mere words. None could fully express all he felt.

My world.

Unbidden the knowledge that he might have lost her tonight struck him again and he hugged her tight against him. Her heart beat steadily, reassuringly.

“Ba mhaith liom mo shaol a thabhairt duitsa,” he whispered, his brogue heavy with feeling.

Scarlett lifted her head. Her bonny amber eyes were soft and pleading. “Please don’t promise such a thing. I’d never have you risk your life for me.”

“What would mine be worth wi’oot ye in it, lass?” He lifted himself on an elbow to gaze down at her. He toyed with a strand of her hair. “My world is worth naught wi’oot ye in it. My heart isnae whole if yers isnae beating.”

A sheen of tears glazed her eyes. Her fingertips grazed along his bearded jaw. “Can’t you see I feel the same? I couldn’t bear to lose you either. It could have happened tonight! What would I do without you?”

She buried her face against his chest, her arms so tight around him she could have taken his breath from him if her admission hadn’t already. In her own way, Scarlett was as strong as he. Strong of will and character. But his strength and hers were bound to the other.

I am hers and she is mine.

Since the day he’d made that declaration before his father and his King, his life had been hers. What they would do if something happened to one of them, he had no idea.

And didn’t want to find out.

He only wanted to take his family away from this hellish place and leave behind the threat, the source still unbeknownst to them.

He would return them safely to Dunskirk.

His Dunskirk.

Och, but that bluidy Auld Donell had best show himself the moment they had their bairn in hand or he’d find himself on the wrong end of Laird’s blade.

Claire

 

The next evening

“I’ve told you a hundred times, no making fun of the pregnant lady!” Claire slammed the car door muffling Hugh’s merry laughter as he dropped her at the front door of the hotel. Dropped her off so she could run for the restroom, unable to wait until he parked the car.

Surely the novelty and humor would wear thin in a few months when she wouldn’t even be able to hear the word restroom without feeling the need. No, he wouldn’t be laughing then.

Nor would he be laughing right now if he saw what she did. Claire came to a dead halt inside the hotel doors. Any urge she had besides the one to flee died a quick death.

She’d recognize that bad comb-over anywhere. Holy hell, had she not had enough of her nemesis already? And did he own a suit other than that tacky navy blue one? Ugh, she’d thought they were done with this nonsense.

With his nose buried in his phone, her infuriating antagonist hadn’t noticed her yet. There was a fair chance Claire could slip back outside and avoid this rubbish. What