Scottish Beauty

Chapter Six - Scottish Beauty

“Much better Andrew, no more aching, no more dizziness either,” She told him, mesmerized by the softness of his voice and his concern for her.

Removing his hand and taking his finger, Andrew traced the outer lobe of her ear and then made a path towards her cheek.   There he traced her petal soft cheek, her lips and made a path down her throat, towards the swell of her breasts.   Hoping that one day he could follow the same path with his mouth.

 He loved that she shivered in his arms. He loved knowing that he had that affect on her.

He was looking at her lips now, so lush, so full, she was made for kissing.   He wanted a taste of her very badly, but knew that with one taste, that he would be playing with fire and he would only want more.

“I want to kiss ye so very badly Emma,” Andrew whispered, his warm breath now fanning her cheek.  He was nuzzling her hairline now with his nose and mouth.   He placed a warm kiss on her forehead.

“I want ye to kiss me Andrew,” Emma told him with a voice so husky that Andrew instantly became hard.

“Lass...madness is what I feel.  I cannot kiss ye for if I do, I will only want more,” Andrew told her with his own husky voice fill with lust.

“Aye, this madness is true Andrew for I feel it as well.   I don’t care, I’ll not marry Robert...”Emma tried to tell him but Andrew cute her off.

Place his fingers over her lips, “Hush now lass, let’s not mention Robert’s name.” He pleaded with her.   “Just let me hold you for a bit and pretend that ye are mine.”

“I am yours Andrew, yours and only yours.   I know what your Da told me, he explained your duties to your clan, but I’ll not marry Robert if I carry a bairn,” Emma told him softly.

“Ye will be shamed lass, I don’t want that for ye,” Andrew replied, looking deeply into her eyes, cupping her face now.

“I’ll not marry someone who I don’t love Andrew,” Emma told him shyly, she was blushing now and broke eye contact with Andrew and lowered her chin.

What was she blushing about? 

Placing his finger underneath her chin and raising her face so that he could look her in the eyes once again, “Could ye marry me Emma?” Andrew asked her, his voice shaking knowing the truth if she answered with an aye.   

He waited patiently for her answer her eyes were brimming with tears now as she looked at his face. Andrew caught the first tear with his thumb as it rolled down her cheek.

“Aye,” she whispered to him smiling, “I could marry ye Andrew.”

The truth hit him hard, this hardened warrior who trained alongside his Da to one day take over as Laird of the McKenna Clan.   He was strong, powerful, a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, never once has he been brought to knees...until now. 

 Until this wee helpless lass that he found, left for dead, but really, she was left for him.

No more waiting, he lowered his mouth to hers and brushed a feather light kiss onto her lips.  She tasted sweet, like ripe berries on a summer day.    Seeing the love shinning in her eyes, he brought his mouth back down to hers and kissed softly at first, then slowly probing the seams of her lips with his tongue until she opened up to him.

With his tongue, he explored her mouth.  She now tasted of passion, of desire.   Andrew knew that no matter what, he would never give her up.

When she caught onto kissing, she shyly touched her tongue to his and softly moaned into his mouth.   A low growl emerged from deep in his throat as Andrew cupped her bottom and closed the distance between them.  She fit into him perfectly, like she was made just for him.

The kiss now became fierce and demanding.  The little vixen had no clue how much she was making him burn.   She was pressing her breasts against his chest and rubbing herself onto him so innocently, she was driving him mad with desire.  Her hands were now running through his hair, her nails lightly scraping his scalp.  She was making him tingle all over.

Breaking off the kiss Andrew decided now that he would go back and trace the path that he made with his finger not so long ago.    Emma was panting now, still rubbing herself against him while he was still cupping her bottom.

“Andrew,” she barely got out in a whisper.   “I know not of what I feel now, but this burning...it is burning I feel all over,” she whispered to him as she grabbed his face and tried to bring their lips back together.

“Aye my sweet, this burning I feel as well,” Andrew told her and then complied with her wish and kissed her hungrily like a starving man.  He never felt like this before, never wanted a woman before as much as he wanted Emma.    She was his soul mate he wanted her to become his wife, his lover, the mother of his children.   He did not think that he could ever let her go.

It was madness though, he never believed in love at first sight, but he believed it now.   

Reluctantly Andrew had to pull away, he needed to breathe, he needed to slow down or he would take her here and now, on the table, in the solar.    After what she had been through, she deserved better than that.  She deserved to be loved thoroughly, for she had lips made for kissing and body made for loving.

She whimpered when he tore his mouth from hers, “Ah my sweet, I cannot get enough of ye,” Andrew told her placing one last lingering kiss to her mouth.  Still holding her closely, he never wanted to let her go.    

“I love ye,” she told him in a bare whisper against the side of his throat.    The warmth of her breath made him shiver.

“As I love ye,” he said pulling her more tightly to him and kissing her along her hairline as he inhaled her sweet feminine scent.

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