A Laird for All Time by Angeline Fortin (best motivational books for students .TXT) 📕

him and cause another argument, because he had known Heather’s father and would try to point that out…again.  She didn’t want the same old fight.  Not now.  “Let’s just say, I just had some issues, no biggie.  Unlike your baggage, I had learned to let mine go.”

“I am learning,” he murmured as he twirled his tongue past the jewel and over to nip her hipbone lightly raking his teeth over the sensitive flesh their before moving farther down.  She moaned as her stomach muscles quivered in anticipation and he answered in turn with a moan of his own as if her excitement and arousal aroused him in turn.

Emmy grasped his head in both hands and held it to her staring down at his dark head in wonder.  Such an incredibly passionate man!  She should have known that as fully as he could be brought to anger, his lust would be just as fierce. And to have it directed at her!  Emmy knew that this night would be one that she would never forget.  “Connor,” she whispered as he raised his head and looked up at her with his chin on her belly.  “Make love to me,” she urged.  “Take me to bed and make love to me.”

He stood running his hands up farther catching her by the waist and lifting her into the air as he went.  Emmy gasped in surprise wrapping her arms and legs around him as he kicked open his bedchamber door and carried her over to his bed.  He captured her lips in a fierce kiss as they went.  Not releasing her, he bent over the bed lowering them both down until he pressed her into the soft mattress.  As she ran her hands down his back, his moved up seizing her bare breasts and kneading them firmly.  His lips found that sensitive spot below her ear once more and she shuddered in pleasure.  “Oh, Connor,” she moaned, “this is incredible!”

He had to agree as she spread her hands over his buttocks and pulled him closer to her heat.  Her legs wrapped around him as well luring him to her core.  He pressed himself to her center and they both moaned with pleasure.  “Och, my love…” he moaned, “my darling Heather, I want ye so badly.”

Chapter 16

Emmy was so distracted by Connor’s fingers slipping up her panties to find her wet heat that it took a long moment for his words to penetrate the spell that enveloped around them.  Not again!  She pulled her arms between them and pushed forcing him up so she could face him.  “Connor, I am not your wife,” she insisted determined to make her point this time.

“Now is not the time for yer charade, my love,” he whispered and tried to kiss her again.

Turning her head, Emmy rolled out from under him and stood by the bed crossing her arms over her chest.  “I think now is the perfect time!”

Connor rolled on to his back with a groan and stared up at her.  His chest was heaving and already covered in a thin sheen of sweat.  He looked so incredibly sexy. Emmy nearly threw caution to the wind and jumped back into the bed.  She closed her eyes against the sight of him sprawled against the pillows and took a deep breath trying to control her emotions.  Thank God he still had his pants on!

“Ye shouldn't have started something ye dinna mean to finish, Heather,” he grumbled.

“Oh, I meant to finish it, Connor,” she replied bringing a flaring heat to his eyes as he rose on his elbows in expectation.  She held out a palm to him.  “Whoa there cowboy, I’m not done.  I do want you, I do. God knows I do.  I have never felt anything like this in my life and a huge part of me just wants to jump right back in there and get it going.”

“Then come,” he held out a hand in invitation.

“I can’t,” she told him ignoring the hand and pulling a blanket from the bed to cover herself against the growing chill of the room.  “Not until you understand that I am not your wife.”

“Fine then,” Connor tossed out casually.  “Ye’re not my wife.  In truth, I have no wife at all.”

Sidetracked abruptly, Emmy stared down at him in confusion.  “You don’t?”

Connor shrugged nonchalantly.  “No one else knows of it yet, but I secured an annulment from ye two years ago.”

Emmy’s brows shot up in surprise.  “You did?  Why didn’t you say something before?” Actually she was glad to hear it.  She knew people did it all the time but she hadn’t been too hot over the idea of sleeping with a married man.

“It wasn’t yer concern at the time.”

“But now it is?” she asked.  “Why now?”

“Ye don’t want to admit to being my wife.  Fine,” he snapped his fingers.  “Now ye’re not my wife.  Isn’t that what ye wanted?” The same old anger started to burn up in him.  Now she wanted him.  He knew she did!  Even wanting like this, knowing that as her husband it was perfectly acceptable to make love with him without anyone looking askance at them, without scandal and she still wouldn’t admit it?  What exactly did she want from him?

“Let me make it simple once again,” sarcasm was heavy in her voice, “I am not Heather.  Whether she is still your wife or not, I am not her.  Not Heather!”

“Ye are!”

“I am not!” each word was enunciated slowly.  “Why, Connor?  Why would I continue with this if it were not true?  Why?”

“Most likely because ye’re ashamed of how you had to support yerself when ye ran!” he yelled sitting up on the bed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Obviously ye’ve been w’ a man before.  Ye know what yer about!” His brogue was so thick Emmy could barely understand him.  He gestured calling attention to her state of undress.  “No pantelettes!  How many men did ye have?”

Emmy blinked and stared down at him