Mysty McPartland by Black Warlock's Woman Page A

far from being a child. He felt himself becoming aroused, his life blood stirred with desire and he silently cursed.
    After breathing deeply for several minutes, he straightened up and unfolded his arms, closed the door and with silent steps, walked over to his sleeping wife. With tender care so as not to wake her, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed where he lay her down gently. Smiling when she did not so much as stir, he shook his head. The lass was certainly a deep sleeper.
    Quickly turning away, started undressing, once naked he went around and blew out the candles. The only light now left in the room came from the fire. He made his way over to the bed, threw back the covers and as gently as he could, he moved Trista in the center of the mattress and climbed in himself covering them both with the covers. His brow furrowed, he lay beside the woman who was now his wife and not being able to touch her was harder than he ever imagined it would be. He gritted his teeth until his jaw ached as be battled against the need to hold her in his arms.
    D amn, what a great fool he was to make such a promise. He turned on his side away from her and closed his eyes tightly shut praying for sleep. Sometime during the long night, he stirred awake, and wondered what could have woken him.
    H e glanced around and saw that it was near dawn and sighed with relief. It was amazing, somehow he actually managed to fall asleep and not attack his wife, he thought with some humor. He closed his eyes and grunted, lifted his lashes and frowned.
    Suddenly he realiz ed what actually woke him, his innocent wife had plastered herself up hard against his back. He drew in a long slow breath when he became aware of her breasts pressed against him. Her nightgown must have ridden up during the night, because he could feel her naked thighs pressed against his bare buttocks.
    H is manhood started to stir and he groaned softly. When he felt her hot breath against his neck, he was instantly aroused. He was hard and throbbing within moments. Damn it to hell, what was he going to do, more than anything he wanted to roll over and bury himself deep inside his wife, but couldn’t. His damn oath wouldn’t let him.
    May be if he just got out of bed and went down stairs would be the best thing to do, however he knew he wouldn’t. So, he just lay there taking deep breaths and willed his erection to disappear, it wouldn’t obey and in the end he put himself through sheer torture.
    Trista felt so warm and cuddled closer to the heat, she frowned, she was snuggled up to something so hard and solid yet so toasty. She wondered what it could be, only when she heard the soft groan, did her lashes fly open.
    I t took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the faint light and she knew what kept her so warm. Just the scent was enough, she could smell a tang of lemon, which she knew could only belong to the Black Warlock. She bit her lip wondering if she moved would she wake him up however, deep down she asked herself did she really want to move.
    Heart thumping knowing she was awake, Rieph lay perfectly still, wondering just what she would do. He nearly flew off the bed at the first tentative glide of her fingers across his flesh. To stop himself from groaning in pleasure he clenched his jaw when she continued to timidly explore his body. When her touch lightly swept over his buttocks, he could not take any more and he moved swiftly on to his back.
    C apturing her wrist, breathing deeply and heavily, he kept his gaze locked with hers. “I cannae let ye continue, lass, unless ye are ready for me to consummate our union and make ye truly me wife.”
    Thankful for the gloomy light that hid her fiery blush, she tried to pull her hand free, but he held it tightly. She swallowed as she felt his hair-roughened thigh brush against her own and her own breathing became labored.
    When she did not answer, he wondered what she might be thinking. When he noticed the