feet and held her hands up, in perfect little fighting fists, to protect her face. The outer part of her arms were in such a manner that she could use them to protect her body from blows. “Who taught ye?”
“My mother was more of a badass than anyone gave her credit for.”
“Who taught yer mother?”
“Who do you think taught my father.”
Her mother had taught Brandir to fight? The man that knew four forms of martial arts? The man that had taught him to fight? “Dear God…”
“Yep, so get to stepping. You asked for a demo, you’re getting a demo.” She winked at him. “Or are you a chicken?”
“Did ye just call my manhood into question?”
“Maybe,” she teased.
Where was the frumpy woman that he had first seen outside her house in America? Had this humorous, self-confident woman truly been hiding underneath all of that frump? “We dinnae know much about ye, Amelia MacRory.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Verra well, we shall learn.”
“What do you mean?”
“Yer an enigma, a puzzle to figure out. T’will be fun.”
“No…”
Without letting her finish he lunged for her again, catching her off guard and unaware. As he took her to the ground, he rolled in an attempt to soften the landing. She used the momentum to wrap herself around him, flinging him onto his back with her on top. As she shifted to straddle him, Jacob knew he was in trouble. A grin broke out on her face as she taunted, “How you like me now?”
He reached up and entwined his fist in her shirt. Pulling her to him, he whispered, “Verra much indeed.” Then he kissed her.
Her lips were soft and inviting as he used his tongue to lightly request entrance. As her mouth parted he tasted her. She was spice, mint, and sunshine on a cloudy day all at once.
Jacob squeezed her thigh with his hand that rested there. As her body relaxed, a moan escaped her, edging him further. Running his hand up her body, he felt himself getting hard. Dipping his hand underneath her shirt, he lightly dragged it up her skin, eliciting another moan from her.
He lightly bit her lip as he broke the kiss, watching intently as her eyes opened. Her face was flushed and her breathing rapid. She had enjoyed it.
“Why… Why did you stop?”
“Because I have gone hard from wanting ye. I dinnae wish to take ye on the floor. If we are to have sex, it will be in a bedroom, not on a grimy floor, with who knows what against yer back.”
“You have obviously never experienced the thrill of having sex in places other than a bed.”
“I have, but ye will nae have yer first time on a floor with me, Amelia MacRory.” He wouldn’t either. Fifteen years, he had been waiting for this moment. He wasn’t going to waste it by screwing her on the floor like some wild animal. The wild sex would come later.
“Are you saying you’re special?”
He reached up and pushed a stray lock of hair, that had come loose from her ponytail, back behind her ear. Letting his hand rest on her cheek for a moment, he sighed. “Nay, I am saying ye are.”
He stared into her eyes, hoping to tell her just what he meant. If only Amelia would see, but it wasn’t meant to be. Jacob sighed deeply as Amelia’s eyes flew open, fear and shock evident upon her face.
“Oh, God. What am I doing? Why am I on the floor kissing you? I can’t do this. I’m not like this. I… I have to go.”
He firmly pressed on her thighs, holding her in place. It was important that he make her understand. “I will break ye down, Amelia. I will have ye.”
“Aren’t you going to add, ‘whether I like it or not’?”
“I will nae take ye without yer permission. I like for my women to beg, moan, and plead when I take them.”
“You think you’re that good.”
“Och, I ken I am that good.” He gave her a sad smile, hoping that it would make her feel more at ease. She was strong, but didn’t trust herself. Maybe he could help her with that.
“If you keep it up I might fall for
“My mother was more of a badass than anyone gave her credit for.”
“Who taught yer mother?”
“Who do you think taught my father.”
Her mother had taught Brandir to fight? The man that knew four forms of martial arts? The man that had taught him to fight? “Dear God…”
“Yep, so get to stepping. You asked for a demo, you’re getting a demo.” She winked at him. “Or are you a chicken?”
“Did ye just call my manhood into question?”
“Maybe,” she teased.
Where was the frumpy woman that he had first seen outside her house in America? Had this humorous, self-confident woman truly been hiding underneath all of that frump? “We dinnae know much about ye, Amelia MacRory.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Verra well, we shall learn.”
“What do you mean?”
“Yer an enigma, a puzzle to figure out. T’will be fun.”
“No…”
Without letting her finish he lunged for her again, catching her off guard and unaware. As he took her to the ground, he rolled in an attempt to soften the landing. She used the momentum to wrap herself around him, flinging him onto his back with her on top. As she shifted to straddle him, Jacob knew he was in trouble. A grin broke out on her face as she taunted, “How you like me now?”
He reached up and entwined his fist in her shirt. Pulling her to him, he whispered, “Verra much indeed.” Then he kissed her.
Her lips were soft and inviting as he used his tongue to lightly request entrance. As her mouth parted he tasted her. She was spice, mint, and sunshine on a cloudy day all at once.
Jacob squeezed her thigh with his hand that rested there. As her body relaxed, a moan escaped her, edging him further. Running his hand up her body, he felt himself getting hard. Dipping his hand underneath her shirt, he lightly dragged it up her skin, eliciting another moan from her.
He lightly bit her lip as he broke the kiss, watching intently as her eyes opened. Her face was flushed and her breathing rapid. She had enjoyed it.
“Why… Why did you stop?”
“Because I have gone hard from wanting ye. I dinnae wish to take ye on the floor. If we are to have sex, it will be in a bedroom, not on a grimy floor, with who knows what against yer back.”
“You have obviously never experienced the thrill of having sex in places other than a bed.”
“I have, but ye will nae have yer first time on a floor with me, Amelia MacRory.” He wouldn’t either. Fifteen years, he had been waiting for this moment. He wasn’t going to waste it by screwing her on the floor like some wild animal. The wild sex would come later.
“Are you saying you’re special?”
He reached up and pushed a stray lock of hair, that had come loose from her ponytail, back behind her ear. Letting his hand rest on her cheek for a moment, he sighed. “Nay, I am saying ye are.”
He stared into her eyes, hoping to tell her just what he meant. If only Amelia would see, but it wasn’t meant to be. Jacob sighed deeply as Amelia’s eyes flew open, fear and shock evident upon her face.
“Oh, God. What am I doing? Why am I on the floor kissing you? I can’t do this. I’m not like this. I… I have to go.”
He firmly pressed on her thighs, holding her in place. It was important that he make her understand. “I will break ye down, Amelia. I will have ye.”
“Aren’t you going to add, ‘whether I like it or not’?”
“I will nae take ye without yer permission. I like for my women to beg, moan, and plead when I take them.”
“You think you’re that good.”
“Och, I ken I am that good.” He gave her a sad smile, hoping that it would make her feel more at ease. She was strong, but didn’t trust herself. Maybe he could help her with that.
“If you keep it up I might fall for
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