Chapter 34

She should be afraid, but she wasn’t. This is what she wanted. More so since Ian had sent her to the most pleasurable heights anyone dared to imagine.

His hands cupped her bum as he lifted her. His large member pressed against the opening where his fingers had been earlier. He moved so slowly, but perhaps it was for the best since he was stretching her far more than he had earlier.

“Ye are so tight, lass.”

“Is that bad?”

“Nay, but I fear harmin’ ye.”

“Ye willna,” she assured him, though she wasn’t entirely certain. Not that it mattered because she wanted Ian more than she feared pain.

Bending her knees, she planted her feet and lifted her hips, because it seemed the proper way to go about this. Her movement pulled him deeper and Ian groaned. It was a good groan, she assumed, or at least hoped.

He let go of her bum and placed his hands on either side of her, bent forward and gave her the most tender kiss, then he thrust forward.

She stiffened from the sudden pain, and he held still. Though she ached, the pain was gone almost as quickly as it had come.

“Are ye alright, Davina?”

“Aye.”

‘Are ye certain?” He was so concerned it nearly melted her heart.

“I said aye,” she assured him and tilted her hips. Surely, that wasn’t all.

And it wasn’t a moment later he pulled back and then filled her again, over and over as she matched his rhythm. The familiar ache that had led to such pleasure before built once again, but it came from deep inside and from a different place, and just as he surged forward, arching, everything inside her splintered, her cry matching his moan.

Goodness!

Ian looked down at her, his green eyes filled with love, his breathing labored. “Ye are now mine, Davina. Forever and always.”

As much as he hated to get up, Ian knew that he must. They’d been gone for some time and someone was bound to come looking for them. The very last thing he wanted was to have the most pleasurable afternoon ruined by Alistair’s fist to his face.

After helping Davina stand, he fastened the back of her gown as she fluffed her skirts. He’d told her they’d be married by the end of the week, but even that was too far away. He wanted to be married now.

Davina picked up the bouquet from the ground and handed it to him.

“I doona need this, lass,” he assured her.

“Aye, but my uncle and brother need to see ye carryin’ them. How else are they goin’ to ken that ye’ve found a way to manage me?” With a grin she went up on her toes. “And if managin’ me means that we spend more time doin’ what we just did, I doona think I’d mind being managed at all.”

And with that, Jordan and Lachlan’s words echoed in his mind. Aye, if this was how Davina managed him, he’d willingly allow her to do so as well.

Taking her hand in his, Ian led Davina away from the bluebell clearing, out of the woods, across the field and back to the lawn where guests still mingled, ate and danced. Alistair noticed them at first, then he touched Aiden’s shoulder and pointed toward them.

Aiden seemed to study them and then frowned. How the blazes could he tell what they’d been about? Or, perhaps he was just assuming?

The two stepped forward and greeted them before they were near any of the guests.

“Ye’ve accepted Davina’s suit?” Aiden demanded.

“Aye.”

“Did ye ask Ian to court ye, lass?”

“Aye.”

He nodded then looked them up and down. “What else might ye have been doin’?”

Bloody hell. Somehow Aiden knew but Ian couldn’t imagine how. He looked at Davina but other than her hair being down, which was easily explained by the ribbon around the flowers, she was put to rights.

“Why is yer dress wrinkled, Davina?”

“I was kneeling to pick the flowers,” she answered indignantly.

Aiden glanced at the bouquet. “Yer ribbon?”

“Aye.”

Then he studied Ian. “And ye, were ye helpin’ Davina pick bluebells?”

Why the blazes would he ask that?

“Because, Ian, that had better be the response to explain why the knees of yer britches are dirty.”

In an instant his face heated and Ian cast a quick glance at Alistair, praying his hands weren’t fisted and ready to pummel him. Instead, his future brother-in-law laughed.

“As I doona think Ian wants to answer the question, and as we ken how he feels about lyin’, perhaps a rushed courtship is in order,” Alistair finally said.

“Rushed?” Davina asked, almost panicked.

Ian’s heart skipped. Surely she didn’t intend to put off their marriage. If so, he’d haul her lovely arse back down to the bluebell field.

“How long?”

“Today!” Aiden announced and turned to Ian. “Go fetch the vicar.”

“But it is yer day,” she cried.

“Aye, but all of our friends and family are already here.”

“It’s Rose’s day too.”

“I’ll ask her, but since it took ye this long to agree to courtin’, I willna wait a year for ye to decide when ye will be wedded.”

With that, he stormed away.

“I’ll gather the families,” Alistair grinned and headed off in the direction of the distillery.

“I thought ye wanted to marry?” Ian asked once they were left alone.

“Aye, I do, but I thought to plan somethin’ nice.”

“I told ye by the week’s end.”

“Aye, and I could have seen it done.”

“So, ye arena puttin’ me off again?” He stared into her dark eyes.

Color came to her cheeks as she slowly smiled. “On second thought, a ceremony is no’ so important if I get to sleep in yer arms tonight.”

Just the thought of having Davina, naked in his bed, caused his cock to stir to life again. “We will do much more than sleep, lass.”

“Are ye goin’ to teach me about yer wicked ways?” Her eyes sparkled with delight.

“I’ll need far more than a night to teach ye everythin’.”