A Laird for All Time by Angeline Fortin (room on the broom read aloud txt) 📗

His lips brushed her top lip, then the bottom before they caught hers fully, passionately.  Emmy gasped then returned the kiss fully parting her lips for him and catching his lower lip between hers and running her tongue across it.

Their mouths played passionately, desperately meeting time and again.  Emmy clung to him digging her nails into his back as desire overwhelmed her.  He backed her to the chaise and lowered her down never breaking the kiss.  Keeping their lips together, he shrugged off his jacket while with heavily lids, Emmy worked his tie.  He pushed her dress off her shoulder moving his lips down to her neck finding a particularly sensitive spot that pulled a deep moan from Emmy as he cupped her breasts.  He lips found another spot just below her ear causing her to shudder as she clung to his shoulders savoring the feel of his thick muscles below her hands.

“Ohmigod,” she moaned as his lips traveled lower.

“I love yer breasts,” he whispered huskily.  “So perfect.  So lovely.”

“I always heard,” she panted, “more than a handful was a waste.”

His deep brogue rumbled near her ear, “I have big hands.”

“Oh, Connor!” she pulled him down over her reveling in his weight as he pulled her bodice lower exposing a breast.  His lips fastened over the nipple nipping and licking before drawing it into his mouth.  He lingered there suckling deeply as his other hand traveled up her skirts teasing along her ankle and then the garter that held her stockings up. He stroked her bare thigh and higher before meeting her nearly bare bottom.

“What do ye have on?” he murmured as he fingered the lace edge of her panties.

“What?” What was he talking about?

“I have to see,” he whispered and pulled her skirts high kneeling between her legs.  He ran a big hand up either thigh pushing the skirts and petticoats as he went.  Her thighs were long and smooth and where there would have been pantelettes on any other lady of his acquaintance he found only a scrap of ivory satin and lace.  Intrigued, he ran his fingers under the edge.  “This is …fascinating,” he whispered leaning over to press a kiss just below the lace edge.

“Why?”

“They cover nothing,” he whispered pressing more kisses to her inner thigh.   He groaned and ran his hands up inside the panties cupping her bottom.  “They bring all kinds of thoughts to my mind.”

“Like what?” she whispered propping herself up on her elbows.

“Like what ye would look like wearing nothing but this,” his accent was so thick Emmy could barely understand him.  She wondered as similar scenarios flowed through her mind if lust could make a man forget how to even speak.

“Help me take off the dress then,” she offered breathlessly, “and you can see.”

Connor drew back and his dark gaze penetrated hers full of need.  Pushing back he rose and offered her a hand, pulling her to her feet.  Her mind was abuzz with want and she felt dizzy as she stood.  She wavered for a moment before finding her balance.  “I want to see you too, Connor.  Take off your shirt.”  Obligingly he loosened the top buttons and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside.  Emmy ran both hands up his broad chest as he shuddered under her touch.  She marveled over the heavy muscles that rippled and flexed under her hands. The rough texture of the dark hairs that sprinkled his chest.  His skin was hot. “Mmmm,” she hummed in appreciation.

“Yer turn,” he turned her and worked the buttons on the dress quickly before pulling it to the waist.  He then set to work on the corset and ties for the petticoats she wore under the dinner dress.  Just as the whole of it was about to fall to the ground, Emmy caught it to her chest and glanced over her shoulder through lowered lashes before allowing it to drop to the floor.  Taking her hand, he pulled her toward him forcing her to turn and step out of pile leaving her in nothing but her lace panties, stocking and garters and heeled ivory shoes.

She was so lovely, so perfect in her near nudity that Connor fell to his knees with a moan before her running his hands up to her hips and pulling her to him.  Pressing a heated kiss to her belly, a flash caught his attention and his focus shifted.  “Is that a jewel?

“What?” she murmured in confusion, her attention focused solely on the feel of his hot mouth against her skin.  “Oh you mean my belly ring!”  She looked down at it and up again at him with a frown.  “Don’t you like it?”

The delicate crescent of silver looped through the skin above her naval ending in a large crystal.  It was not a diamond or even a paste imitation, he noted absently examining the larger one dangling from the lower end of the crescent.  It drew attention to the center of her muscled abdomen and was erotic, aye, but too erotic, too provocative.  It reared to his imagination many thoughts he didn’t want to have.  “No, I don’t,” he answered gruffly.

“Really?” she asked in amazement.  “Most…”  She was going to say ‘guys’, but managed to stop the thought before it came out and she had to explain bikinis and midriffs to him.  Luckily he was too enthralled by the jewelry to notice.

“Why would ye do that to yerself?”

“I went through a rebellious faze after my mom died,” she confessed in truth. “Multiple piercings, belly, nose and five up the ear, tattoo, hung out with a bad crowd.”  She shrugged it off.  “I was an angry youth, mad at the world for taking my mom from me.”

“What about yer father?” he asked realizing she had not mentioned him.

“You want to talk about that now?” Emmy questioned incredulously. Her dad had left her mom when she was just a little girl. She didn’t even remember him, but telling him that would only upset