Page 21 of A Lady by Chance

“Is it time for breakfast?” Jessica pushed up on her elbows, her kiss-swollen lips curving into a smile.

“Aye, it is that time.” Patrick’s cock, already morning-hardened, went harder. “I am famished.”

“I can help…” Jessica lay her head on his chest and drew lazy circles on him. “You tickled me half the night. It is only fair I tease you for a while.”

He flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his. “Is that what you call what we did?”

She stared up at him, eyes bright with wicked delight. “What would you call it?”

“Satisfying my wife.”

He slid downward, kissing his way along her jaw, neck, chest…breasts, such lovely breasts. Patrick gave the pink buds each a moment of special attention before continuing his downward journey. When he reached her abdomen, he turned his attention to her right thigh and kissed the inner flesh.

“Patrick,” she said in the breathy voice that made him want to drive his cock deep inside her.

He kissed the other perfect thigh and detected a tremble. Gently, he spread her legs and kissed that part she loved having kissed.

“Patrick.” She tugged his hair.

“You did say you loved my kisses,” he murmured.

Again and again, he kissed her—and circled his tongue over that spot until she writhed beneath him. She clutched his shoulders, her entire body tense as she cried out his name. At last, he pressed almost chaste kisses to the erotic pleasure point, then stretched out beside her as she rolled against him.

“You will kill me,” she said into his chest. “I am sure a woman can die of such intense pleasure.”

“Then we shall go together,” he said.

“That would solve everything, I suppose.” Laughter filled her voice.

She glanced at the closed door, then over to the windows where the glass panes glowed in the soft gray light of another rainy Inverness morning. They were well on the way to spending another full day naked, sweaty, and deliriously happy.

“We cannot go on like this.” She looked back at him and smoothed her fingers along his hard-muscled arm. “Any day now, Papa will send a full household staff and a troop of gardeners.”

“Aye, well.” Patrick leaned back and folded his arms behind his head. “There is always the night.”

“I am serious.” Jessica swatted his arm. “Besides, Cobbs could use help. He should not do everything.”

“There we agree.” He fell silent for a long moment. “I cannae tell you how glad I am that he will be able to tread a bit more slowly. He is a good man.”

“I know.” Jessica said. “I like him.”

“He thinks the sun rises and sets on you. By the way, I am still waiting to hear about your wild and wicked ancestress.” He slanted a look at her. “Was she as insatiable as you?”

Jessica laughed. “I have no idea. Perhaps. The story tells of how she won her husband—how she stole him away from another.”

Patrick’s brow arced. “A wicked woman, indeed. But I am sure the man didn’t complain.”

“Likely not.” Jessica smiled, remembering the tale. “He was considering prospective wives, or so the legend goes. His favorite was a great beauty, but she hated dogs. My g-g-g-g-great grandfather was a huge dog lover, as was my ancestress, the woman who won him.

“One day, my ancestress came upon the pair sitting on a plaid and enjoying a romantic picnic on the shore of Loch Ness. My ancestress had six of her father’s favorite hounds with her and when she neared the couple, she urged them to bound ahead and greet the man, who they knew.”

“And the woman was terrified?”

“Nae.” Jessica shook her head. “She was livid. She screeched at my ancestress, cursed and flailed at the dogs – and at my g-g-g-g-great grandfather who, family legend claims, began to laugh.”

“And so he married your dog-loving ancestress?”

“He did.” Jessica nodded as Patrick rose and crossed the room to pour two cups of Rhenish wine. “They had fifteen children,” she said, when he returned and handed her a cup.