Bedded by the Laird (Highland Warriors) by Rachael Kennedy Read Free Book Online

could you get used to the weight of lips,
except the laird was so slow and so patient, his breath so clean that though
she could not get used to it, surely she would like to, for it was soft and
made her curl up inside, but then he pulled back a little.
    He moved his head
back, went to tell her it was over, except despite her just standing there,
kissing Bridie had been a pleasure, and used to woman a bit more worldly,
perhaps he should practice tenderness for his soon to be bride and so the Laird
did not release her. ‘Your lips should move too.’
    ‘All right.’
    This time she
moved her lips with him and his hand moved from her face and to her shoulders,
and really it was very nice. She sort of leant into him a little and she felt
his long breath as his mouth opened and her hands moved up to his chest. It was
so wide and strong but her hands got between them and so they moved now to his
waist and then down to his hips. She felt the leather of his belt and the rough
of his plaid and her breath was a little more rapid now, because Mary was
right, it made you feel warm and not just at your mouth.
    She opened her
eyes to check she was doing okay, but the laird’s eyes were closed so she
closed hers back too. His mouth was harder now, the rough of his chin scratched
and one of his hands moved from her cheek and down to the small of her back.
She felt the heat of his palm through the flimsy kirtle and moved still closer
to him . She was breathless, the hand that still held
one cheek moved into her hair and he pressed her face harder to his, his mouth
more urgent and her lips readily parted and then as she thought she might sink
in, the laird pulled her right in and there was a sudden cold wet slab of
tongue in her mouth, and Bridie jerked her head away.
     ‘It’s
okay….’ His head moved back towards her, but she wriggled hers away.
    ‘That’s awfy .’
    Alasdair tried not
to smile, really he was rather more used to compliments but she was so
disgusted, so shocked, so innocent to it all that he simply could not take
offence.
     ‘Most would
differ.’ Alasdair said. ‘Anyway, you’ve been kissed now Bridie.’
    She nodded, screwing
up her face still at her first taste of tongue. ‘Thank you Laird.’
    She looked at his
eyes, they were black now rather than blue and his breathing was ragged as if
he’d just come back from riding and his voice a bit more gruff than usual when
he spoke. ‘I think you should away to your bed.’
    ‘I will.’ She
turned and smiled, ‘Laird?’
    He did his best to
meet her eyes, yet he could see her swollen nipples through the threadbare
kirtle, see the blush on her neck and her lips wet from his kiss and Alasdair
found out then just how much self control he had, for he stood there, his face
rigid, as she spoke. ‘Sorry if I spat you out.’
    ‘That’s fine
Bridie.’
    And then, even if
she did not know it, Bridie smiled a wanton smile. ‘Could you maybe show me
other things… ’
    ‘Off to bed,
Bridie.’
    Walking through
the castle, smiling, Bridie felt like singing. Apart from the horrible bit at
the end she had loved being kissed. Mary was right.
    ‘What are you
doing up…’ Mrs Moffat asked as she walked into the
kitchen.
    ‘I couldn’t
sleep.’ Bridie’s face was flushed.
    ‘Well don’t be
wandering the castle with just your nightgown on.’ It was just like Mrs Moffat, Bridie thought; she was always worrying about
her girls catching a cold. ‘Off to bed now Bridie,’ she bundled her into a shawl,
‘you’re to be up early.’
    Bridie couldn’t
wait to be up.
    Could not wait for
the morn and to take breakfast to the Laird.

Chapter Seven
     
    Was he cross ? Bridie wondered as she walked up the cold stairs,
shivering. Had she been rude spitting him out?
    All night she had
lain reliving it.
    She went to knock,
but then didn’t.
    Slipping in to his
chamber Bridie put the tray down and went to the drapes except, instead of
opening them, she turned, saw the