He loved the way her lips sometimes would timidly touch his as if not quite sure what she intended to do, not quite sure it was all real. He loved showing her how real a kiss could be. He slipped his one hand to the back of her neck and coiled his arm around her waist and, holding firmly to both, he crushed his lips against hers.
He’d kissed endless women, some enjoyable, others not so much, but no kiss—not one—compared to how intoxicating it was to kiss his wife. And with the intensity that she returned the kiss, there was no doubt she felt the same, which intoxicated even more.
He had to rein in his passion, it soared wildly urging him to hurry, but rushing was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to know every inch of his wife, touch every inch of her, kiss every inch of her—love every inch of her.
He reluctantly ended the kiss with a light nip along her bottom lip. “After tonight, I’m going to be familiar with every intimate part of you.”
“And I you?” she asked.
The passion that sparked in her gorgeous green eyes flared his passion even more and he wondered if this might be one time he wouldn’t be able to control his desires.
“Aye, you have the right to touch, kiss, taste every part of me,” he encouraged and wondered why she frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“I fear I won’t last long. I already feel close to bursting with pleasure.” His unexpected smile filled her heart with joy and added to her already unfurling passion.
He cupped her face and kissed her quick. “Then I’ll make sure you burst with passion more than once tonight.”
“I can do that?” she asked, stunned.
He let his hands fall off her face. “Aye, you can, and I’ll see that you do.”
Purity grabbed his face in her hands and planted several mushy kisses on his lips. “I do so love you, husband.”
How had he gotten so lucky to get her not only as a wife, but a wife who loved him? He didn’t know, though he was going to make sure that he never did anything to lose her love.
He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “Off with your clothes, wife.”
Purity laughed softly. “You first, husband.”
Arran didn’t waste a moment—he was naked in no time. He immediately got busy helping his wife out of her garments. Once he did, he let his eyes roam over her appreciatively.
“I’ve seen many women naked, but” —he quirked a brow— “that time in the barn—”
“I never watched you and Flora, I only heard, though I did get a peek of you naked,” she said with a mischievous smile.
He reached out and ran a finger from under her neck slowly down the middle of her chest to circle one breast from the thickest part all the way up to around her nipple and gently squeezed and felt as the bud hardened between his two fingers. “No limits on how often you get to see me naked and no limits on how often I get to tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever known.”
Purity moaned not only from the sheer pleasure of his teasing touch, but his teasing and sincere words as well. He stepped closer, his hand falling away from her breast as he took her nipple in his mouth and his hand went around to press against the middle of her back and hold her firmly as he feasted.
Purity went dizzy with the delight, and after he finished enjoying one nipple he delivered the same delight to the other. She moaned and broadened her chest to offer him easy access and instinct, desire, or sheer need had her slipping her hand down to take hold of his hard shaft.
He bucked for a moment, then relaxed as her hand explored him and she reveled in how he could feel hard like iron and yet smooth like silk and so enticing.
She moaned in disappointment when his lips left her breast, but he quickly scooped her up and carried her to the bed, kissing her as he did. He went down on the bed with her, lying beside her. He braced his elbow on the bed, resting his head in his hand as his other hand hovered over her chest, his fingers faintly touching her, and he began to roam.
His touch felt like a delicate feather being brushed over her, every part of her upper body in slow, purposeful strokes that sent her spiraling in a haze of desire until she was completely engulfed in it. After he thoroughly touched every inch of the front of her, he turned her on her back. She thought to object until his hands began to roam over her and this time he didn’t only brush over her upper body, his fingers roamed more intimately over her. She gasped into the pillow when his fingers worked their way between her legs and entered her gently.