The Mackenzie, The Trilogy Box Set

by H. C. Brown

  He drew a deep breath to calm his nerves and started on her corset. Damnation, he could unlace a woman’s stays with his eyes closed but apparently, his fingers had lost dexterity. After an embarrassing few moments, the lace slipped through the final eyelet and he eased the stays away from her voluptuous curves dropping them to the floor. He inhaled the delicious scent of feminine arousal mixed with the rose soap she used and sighing, slid one hand around her waist. He would wait to remove her thin muslin shift, stockings, and slippers. He turned her to face him. “Are ye ready, wife?”

  “No, not yet. I want to undress you too.” She unfastened the brooch attaching his plaid then slid her hands under his jacket pushing the garment away from his shoulders. She blushed and her eyes rounded. “Oh, I am not sure how to unfold your plaid or remove your sporran.”

  “I think it better if I undress maself tonight.” He grinned. “I will teach ye later, aye?”

  He shrugged off his jacket and sat in a nearby chair to remove his boots and stockings. He stood to take off his belt and sporran, allowing his kilt to fall to the floor. He observed her face for any sign of fear, but her eyes glowed with passion. He drew a deep breath and pulled his shirt over his head. Standing naked before her he waited anxiously for her reaction.

  Adrianna bit down hard on her bottom lip. Her attention moved over her husband’s naked flesh and the magnificence once hidden under his clothes. Smooth skin clung to a wide muscular chest and rippled over his ribs to a flat belly. She had a little understanding of male anatomy but seeing the line of dark hairs running from his chest to navel as if pointing the way to his crowning glory astounded her. Rising from a nest of dark curls, a solid length, its tip wet with moisture twitched a welcome to her. She moved her attention higher and trailed her fingertips over each silvery scar on his solid torso and arms. He had the body of a seasoned warrior, hard, powerful, and glorious. She stared down again at his engorged cock and swallowed hard. Oh my, it would seem Highlanders are large in all areas. She glanced back and met his concerned expression.

  “Do ye approve wife?” He stepped closer and the heavy musky scent of him filled her nostrils.

  She placed one hand on his shoulder and the skin burned hot against her palm. “You are the first naked man I have seen.”

  “And the last.” He chuckled. “Dinna be afraid, lass, the first time may hurt but after, I promise I will only give ye pleasure.” He scooped her into his strong arms and carried her to the bed. “Just relax and let me do all the work, aye.”

  The cool sheets hit her back and she smiled. “I am not afraid. I want you.” She sat up, pulled her shift over her head and tossed it to the floor. “Do you approve, husband?”

  Drew’s mouth widened into a brilliant smile.

  “Oh aye, but then I have already had the pleasure of seeing ye naked.” He kneeled on the bed and ran his hand from knee to ankle, then removed her slipper. “Ye do, I hope remember the masquerade ball?” He caressed her knees, her calves then removed the other slipper.

  She bit back a moan. He moved slowly sliding down her stockings. Each touch was a gentle caress then he cupped her heel, lifted her foot to his mouth, and proceeded to kiss her toes. Oh my. Goose bumps prickled her bare flesh and her mind went into disarray. She could not form a logical thought. She had to respond to his question and forced the words out in a gasp. “I remember everything.”

  “Uh-huh.” His kisses moved up her calf pausing at the inside of her knee. “Your skin is so soft, I canna wait to taste ye again, wife.” He trailed his tongue up the inside of her thigh then rose above her. “We will go verra slow, aye?”

  She pushed her hands into his hair, feeling the place where the bullet had scraped his scalp and a shiver ran through her at the memory of how close she had come to losing him.

  As if, taking her reaction as one of fear, Drew’s handsome face creased into a frown.

  “I will not hurt ye. I promise.”

  She pulled the blue ribbon from his queue, and shook free his long silken locks. “You will never hurt me. I will trust you forever.” She dragged him down to her and found his lips. His bare chest brushed her aching nipples and one small point between her folds throbbed deliciously.

  Drew groaned in pleasure and took her mouth in a passionate embrace. To his delight, she needed no coaxing and kissed him back, her tongue timid at first then growing bolder. He nibbled across her bottom lip and moved down her long elegant neck to suckle the throbbing vein. She squirmed beneath him rolling her hips and demanding his attention. He chuckled. She was a bold lass and reacted well to his touch, but he would not destroy her desire for him by rushing her the first time. He cupped one deliciously full breast and scraped his thumb over the taut nipple. She arched toward him in an offer he could not resist and he bent to suckle one rosy tip then the other. Lost in the taste of her, he nibbled swirling his tongue around each tight bud.

  “Please, Drew, I cannot stand much more pleasure.” Her fingernails raked his shoulders.

  He lifted his head and brushed a chaste kiss over her lips. “I have not started to pleasure ye yet, ma love.”

  “Oh, I am not sure I can survive more of such delights.”

  Sliding down her body, he gazed at the brown curls glistening with moisture and pressed a kiss to her mound. “Aye well, I hope ye do because I am going to taste every inch of ye like I did afore I left London.”

  “Oh!” She undulated beneath him and gripped the sheets.

  He kissed her mound then parted the soft curls and used his tongue to circle her hard nub. She bucked beneath him and he took a firm hold of her rounded hips and lapped. She tasted so sweet and the scent of her made his shaft throb with the need to be deep inside her. Soon, my love, you will be mine.

  Adrianna gripped the sheets and rode the waves of erotic sensations. Her legs shook and something burst inside her followed by delight so profound she cried out. “I am undone.”

  Drew crawled up her body, his mouth glossy from licking her and smiled.

  “Nay, lass, all is as it should be.”

  When he gazed down at her, she noticed the black in the center of his eyes had grown huge and only a sliver of green remained. He kissed her slowly, languidly then murmured against her lips.

  “Lift your knees up for me lass and wrap your arms around me.” He smiled encouragingly. “Ye are so beautiful. Nay other has stirred me so.”

  Restless, she tossed her head, but the now familiar urges pushed her onward, she wanted him in every way. Her tender nipples rasped against the fine hairs on his chest and her core quivered from his touch. She complied and the hot tip of his cock slid over her entrance, once then twice before easing inside. Holding her breath, she waiting for the pain, but he stilled and pressed kisses to the corners of her mouth.

  “Relax, mho creagh. I will take care of ye.” His damp breath brushed her lips. “Look at me and ken that I will love ye forever.”

  “I love you too.”

  When he surged forward, she gasped at the pain. He moved deep inside spreading her to an impossible limit. She relaxed. Indeed, his intrusion had not hurt more than a slight pinch. She took a deep breath but before she could exhale, he filled her completely. The heat from their intimate joining surprised and delighted her. Tingles of erotic euphoria exploded into curls of unimaginable fervor. He growled deep in his chest and made a rolling motion with his hips. Waves of delicious sensation tilted the room and she closed her eyes drunk with passion.

  The curl of desire she had experienced before grew strong once more, building, building until she could stand no more. Gasping, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and lifted her bottom to meet each delicious plunge lost in sensual oblivion. His pace quickened and she opened her eyes to see his attention locked on her. His face set in a mask of concentration.

  “Let go, mho creagh.” He lifted her legs onto his shoulders then thrust hard.

  “Oh, my head will surely explode.”

  She clung to him trapped i
n a world of pleasure. Flames of desire ignited nerve endings and sent shooting stars of delight from nipples to toes. Waves of exquisite release consumed her. Somewhere in the confusion of sensation, Drew shouted her name, trembled, and her core heated with the release of his seed. Her legs hit the damp sheets and she pulled him to her cradling him to her breasts.

  “Mine, ye are mine.” Drew closed his eyes and sighed.

  After some time, he lifted his sweat-soaked face and smiled at her. He looked so funny, with a serious expression and hair stuck to his face that she chuckled.

  “I hope that is not your opinion of ma bedding skills?” His cheeks reddened.

  She pressed kisses over his chest. “Of course not. You were wonderful.” She pushed the mass of damp hair away from his eyes. “You look so serious as if contemplating going into battle.”

  “Well that is good, about the bedding, I mean. I will admit ye had me worried for a bit.” He rolled to one side and cupped her face. “Are ye alright, mho creagh? Did it pain ye too much?”

  She smiled wanting more of this fine sport of bedding. “No more than a pinch but I do have one question to ask if I may?”

  “Oh aye, well then ask away.” He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and raised one perfect eyebrow.

  “How often does a man require to bed a woman? If I am to understand, men would be much the same as horses and need a certain amount of time to recover, do they not? I mean before they um…?” Her face grew hot at his broad grin. She cleared her throat. “I mean it is very enjoyable. Is it not wonderful for you too?”

  “Aye it is, but some wives find it a might distasteful.” He cupped her breast and made swirling motions around her nipple with his thumb. “A man’s desires are often ruled by his wife, unless o’ course he takes a mistress or two.”

  Her mind centered on the movement of his thumb and his full tempting lips moved so close to her nipple she moaned with delight. “I find it quite delightful, so you will have no need of a mistress.”

  “Aye well then, it will be ma pleasure to bed ye as often as ye desire, mho creagh.”

  He bent his dark head to kiss her again and she sighed with pleasure. To think, she had escaped her dull London life and now her future promised to be a wonderful adventure, safe, and loved in the arms of her Highlander—Le Diable Noir.

  The End

  Author Biography

  H.C. Brown is a multi-published, bestselling, award-winning author of Historical, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, BDSM, Time Travel, Action Adventure, and Contemporary Romance.

  In 2015, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2014.

  In 2015, Highlander in the Mist was placed 3rd in Historical and Rock ‘n’ Leather was placed 3rd GLBT in the Easychair Bookshop Competition.

  In 2011, she was delighted to receive nominations in three categories in the 2011 CAPA Awards: Favorite Author, Best GLBT Romance, and Best Science Fiction Romance.

  She was nominated for Best Historical M/M in the 2013, Goodreads Book of Year Awards.

  H.C writes about strong alpha male heroes and girl next door heroines in complex settings, and all her stories have happy endings.

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