The Imposter (28 page)

“Hi, love,” he
whispered as he bent down and kissed me possessively.

My body responded
readily to his kiss and my thoughts jumped back to my interrupted riding
lesson.

“Hi,” I whispered
back, breathlessly as I sagged against his chest.

I was oblivious to
the steady stream of people who passed us in the hall en route to dinner.  Devon
pulled me to the side of the corridor and backed me up to the stone wall.

“I was just coming
tae look for ye,” he said, forehead against mine.  “We might as well eat now
that yer down here,” he said, kissing me softly and taking my hand.

“You weren’t
planning to eat?” I asked, confused as he led me through the massive doors that
guarded the great hall.

“Nay, I was hoping
that ye were still in our chambers,” he whispered into my hair suggestively. 

We were now
surrounded by most of the clan who had gathered in the hall for the evening
meal, and I was glad that Devon had chosen to guard his words.  I felt my face
flush with color as I guessed why Devon had been hoping to find me in our
chamber.

“All I could think
about while my incessant brother drug out our meeting, questioning me over
minute details, torturing me with more and more stupid questions was getting
back tae ye,” Devon whispered huskily, leaning down to whisper into my ear so
as to conceal our secret desires.  “I didna think that yer riding lesson was
quite finished,” he whispered deliciously.

My face turned a
new shade of crimson and my pulse hammered in response to Devon’s words.  He
slapped me playfully on the bum, enjoying how his words had unsettled me.

                                                            ***

            I felt warm and heady
from the wine and dancing.  I also felt emboldened by the courage given to me
by the wine.  Devon’s hand was solidly interlaced with my own.  He had
beautiful, masculine hands.  I kissed his hand and looked up at him.  He
flashed a brief smile and his eyes darted away, embarrassed that I had caught
him starting at me.  I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, relishing the
feel of his stubble beneath my lips. 

His hand was a
constant presence on the small of my back as we moved through the crowd.  Throughout
the evening I would find my own hand resting on his muscular thigh as we
chatted with our companions around the dinner table.  It was as if we simply
had to be touching each other.  I felt an ever intensifying need to be close to
Devon and through his touch, I could tell that he felt the same.

“Can ye muster one
more dance, lass?” he smiled, challenging me.

“If that is what
my husband wishes,” I smiled back coyly.

“I wish it,” he
stated as he rose laughing and hauled me out to join the merriment.

The music was
lively and fast paced, fiddling and drums that matched the rhythm of my beating
heart as we spun around the floor of the great hall.  The tables had been moved
to the outside of the large room to allow space for dancing.  I laughed as Devon
spun me around, catching the glimmer in his eye as he looked at me dancing.

“Yer beautiful, Wife,”
he smiled down at me, face flushed with the merriment of dancing.

Couples laughed
and spun around us, but it felt as though time had stopped.  I had eyes only
for Devon. 

“I love you, Devon,”
I said, the words spilling forth, feeling so right, so beautiful as I said them
aloud for the first time.

I had surprised
him with my confession.  His eyebrows were raised slightly in disbelief, and he
had stopped dancing.  He stood still now, still holding me against his chest.

Say something! 
Do something!

He leaned down and
captured my lips into a gentle, sincere kiss, as if sealing our pact.  His
tongue was a question at my lips, asking for an invitation to enter.  I flicked
out my tongue tentatively, stroking his firm lips that now controlled my own. 
His hand had now moved from my chin to the back of my head, pressing me against
his strength, claiming my mouth in a sensual, yet gentle kiss.  I pulled away,
knees weak from his embrace.

 “There’s
something that I need tae tell ye too,” he said, the smile leaving his face as
he drew me towards him, hands resting on the small of my back, pulling me
closer.  His face was serious now, contemplative. “I love you too,” he whispered,
and crushed me to his chest.

***

“Let’s go off tae
our chamber.  I need ye all tae myself.”  I allowed Devon to steer me away from
the crowd of fire lit dancers and towards the staircase that led to our
chamber.

“Head on up, lass. 
I’ll follow in a minute,” Devon said as he stopped at the bottom of the
staircase.  I turned and planted a kiss on his lips, which rewarded me with a
marvelous smile.  I watched his eyes dart back towards the crowd and
immediately, I knew that something in him had changed. 

I looked over his
shoulder and saw Collin leaning against the stone wall, watching us.  I knew
that this was the reason for Devon’s hesitation.  I didn’t like the way that
Collin looked at us, clearly disappointed that we had found happiness in our union. 
Devon turned and walked briskly towards his brother, face stern as if ready to
face a confrontation.  I didn’t trust Collin, not one bit. 

I climbed the
stairs and drew my thoughts back towards my husband, pushing all thoughts of
Collin aside.  Devon would deal with him.

***

            Devon arrived a few
minutes later and my heart hammered as I heard him fumbling with the door to
our chamber.  He nudged open the door carefully and bit his lip in
concentration as he worked to enter the room by pushing open the door with his
boot, careful not to drop the contents of his hands.  He had grabbed two
glasses and a bottle of wine from the table downstairs, and was balancing a
plate full of food with his other hand. He set his offerings on the table next
to our bed and wasted no time removing the cork from the bottle of wine and
filling both glasses.

“What service,” I said from my
position in the chair before the fire.

“With a smile,” he
said as he turned towards me. “Och, lass.  Don’t move,” he insisted as a silly
smile spread across his face.

“What?”  I felt
the color rise on my cheeks as he blatantly stared at me.

“I want tae
capture this in my mind, remember ye just as ye are now,” he stood as if
frozen, a glass in each hand, midway between the door and the chairs in front
of the fireplace.  “Ye couldna be more beautiful, Kate.  Tae see my wife,
wrapped up in my plaid, her face glowing in the firelight, hair tousled all
about, is perfect,” he said as he bridged the distance between us and handed me
the wine glass.

I took a sip of
the velvety red liquid, allowing the strong flavor to pool in my mouth before I
swallowed it.  This was perfect.  Devon sat down in the chair opposite me and
sipped his wine.  We watched each other for a moment in the firelight without
speaking.  This was a moment to be enjoyed.  Words were not needed. 

Finally I had
Devon all to myself,
and
he loved me.  No one had ever told me that they
loved me.  I smiled as I thought of how much I loved Devon in return.

I sat my wine on
the small table that separated us and rose slightly from my seat and took his
glass, placing it next to mine. I sank back into the chair, meeting his
intense, questioning gaze.  I pulled lightly on his hand, beckoning him to come
closer.  He rocked forward out of the leather chair and settled his knees on
the floor in front of where I was seated.  I parted the folds of the plaid that
was wrapped tightly around me and placed his hand between my breasts, atop my
heart.  The warmth and weight of his hand made my body stir, causing goose
bumps to rise across my flesh.  He exhaled sharply.

“Take me,” I spoke
directly, intently into his eyes.  “I want you, Devon, body and soul.  Make me
your wife.”

He reached up and
slid his plaid from my shoulders, exposing my thin lace chemise as the plaid
fell into the chair.

 “My God, woman! 
Where did ye get such a thing?  That is like to drive a man mad with desire.” 
His eyes were hot, his gaze spanning the contour of my body.

“Mission
accomplished,” I smiled as I ran my hands up underneath his linen shirt and
slid it over his head.  I relished in the feel of his taught muscled chest and
his warm, masculine smelling skin.  I was slightly drunk on wine, but mostly
drunk on him.  I stood from the chair and did my best sexy walk towards the bed,
placing one leg up on the bed, knee bent and gazing back at him over my
shoulder.  I must admit that this gave him a fine view of my behind, peeking
out from the short chemise that I had gone to great lengths to acquire just for
this occasion. 

Devon seemed
frozen in place, on his knees before the fire.  “Jesus, woman,” he shuttered. 
“I had planned on taking this slowly, but yer making that damn near
impossible.”

“Make love to me,
Devon,” I invited from the bed.  He rose silently and his body was hot against
mine in less than a second.  I felt his breath, wild and hot as he kissed the
back of my neck.  His hands were on my breasts and his strong arms held me firm
against the bed as I writhed against him.  I felt his hardness pressing firmly
against my bottom and I pushed against him, welcoming his lust. 

He groaned
deliciously and pulled away.

“Slow down, lass. 
I’ve a mind to make this last and if ye keep pushing me, I won’t be able tae
hold back,” he said huskily, voice low with passion. 

“I don’t want you
to hold back,” I said boldly.  I rolled to the middle of the bed, and settled
on my back, one leg up.  I felt devilishly sexy and was exceedingly glad that I
had the forethought to come up with a sexy outfit for tonight. 

He crawled towards
me and settled gently on top of me, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss, a
slight growl deep in his throat.  His lips arched over my own, probing,
demanding more, which I readily gave.  His hands explored the terrain of my
breasts, nipples thrusting towards his touch from beneath the lace of the
chemise.  His mouth settled on my right nipple, he bit slightly through the
lace and then suckled, driving me to the brink.  I moaned loudly, spurring him
on.

“How do ye get
this off, lass?” he questioned, rising to explore how to release my breasts
from their lacy constraints.  “I’ll tear it if ye don’t help me.”

 I sat up and
gently pushed him away as I slid the lacy chemise up my body, allowing him to
pull it off, and exposing my eager breasts.  He took one white globe in each
hand, spreading hungry kisses between them.  He rubbed the nipples between his
thumb and forefinger and he took turns suckling each nipple.

I reached a hand
down between us, fingers lingering on the ripples of his abdomen and explored
further down.  I ran a finger under the waist of his kilt and then trailed
lower as he continued his assault on my breasts.  The woolen fabric of his kilt
was rough on my skin, and was in sharp contrast to the warm firmness of his
smooth skin.  My hand grasped the object that I was after, hard and thick
beneath the woolen fabric.

Devon inhaled
sharply, and abruptly stopped his movements.

“Ahhh….lass, no. 
Ye canna mess with that yet or I willna be able to stop,”  he warned,
intercepted my straying hand and brought it firmly up above my head, securing
my wrists in his left hand as he trailed kisses down my belly.  Now it was my
turn to inhale sharply.  This man could drive me crazy with just one touch, one
caress.  I moaned in warm anticipation of what it would be like to make love to
him.

He slid his
teasing fingers lower and rose above me, supported on his left elbow.  His lips
claimed mine in a passionate kiss as his fingers slid between my thighs.  His
touch slowed and eased.  It was as if he was asking for my permission to go
further.  I spread my legs more widely in invitation, beckoning him to continue
the sweet torment.  He broke the kiss and held my gaze as he touched the
wetness between my thighs. 

Electricity ran
through my veins as he explored my feminine parts with his soft, gentle touch,
causing me to moan and writhe in ecstasy.  All the while, he held my gaze,
watching my response to him.  I gasped as he slid one finger inside of me.  I
came unglued as he began to move slowly in and out, mimicking the love making
that was to come.  I held his gaze as the thrusting motion of his finger pushed
me further towards the brink of ecstasy.  My body responded to his touch
boldly, hips moving in an erotic ballet to meet the gentle thrusts of his
hand.   He bent towards me and tenderly kissed my lips, all the while making
love to me with his hand.  He broke the kiss and slowly withdrew his hand.   I
pressed towards him, urging him to continue the sweet torment.  He slid off the
bed, and admired my nakedness. 

            “Yer sae perfect,
Kate.  My wife,” he murmured as he looked at me, naked, waiting for him on the
giant bed.  My hair fell around my shoulders in disarray and I knew that my
skin was flushed with the arousal of his intimate touch.  My legs were still
spread widely, exposing my feminine parts to his view.  I ran a hand over my
belly and still lower until I stroked the wetness between my thighs.  As I
touched myself, I looked up and met his gaze in invitation. There was no
embarrassment between us.  Our desire for each other was natural, driving us
both closer to madness with the need to join together as one.

“Lass, ye’ll be
the death of me for sure,” he sighed as he took in my naked body. 

“My husband,” I
smiled as I reached out my hand to invite him back to the bed.

He stood before me
and undid the belt of his kilt, letting it fall to the floor about his feet.  I
admired his naked form, taught, sinewy muscles covered his frame.  My gaze
settled on his erect manhood and immediately, I wondered how this was going to
work.