This week’s we’re doing something a little different. We hope to do this occasionally and that you’ll like it. Our theme is My Sexy Addiction. It’s an open theme in that we’re not going to say when or how or where. We are going to say – just one thing and that’s about the song – Addicted to Love. You remember it…don’t you? How about the line ‘You might as well face it you’re addicted to love’? And doesn’t that just say it all about us here at My Sexy Saturday?
This week, riding across the moors with Gard and Brae from historical romance The Devil Take You
“Do you never sit still,” he said through gritted teeth, gripping her hips
tightly. Brae remembered what Bronny had said about rubbing up against the man who’d left her, how she’d enticed him. Could she do the same to Gard? Could she drive him over the edge? And if she did would he be violent as he’d foretold?
Brae leaned away from him as if she made to straighten. Instead she wrapped
each of her hands around his upper thighs, as if shifting to get comfortable, lifting herself she slid over his hardness before snuggling her backside tightly between his legs. She was rewarded with a deep growl in her ear. She tried desperately not to smile. Could it really be that simple to tempt him? His hands tightened painfully on her hips as he pulled her more tightly against him. She felt him digging into her, feeling the length and the very shape of him through their clothing.
Gard’s breath quickened in her ear. The sound and the heat from him roused
her own excitement. Her hands dug into his thighs, laying her head back against his shoulder. “You play a dangerous game,” his voice rumbled through her.
“I am na playin’ a game,” she retorted.
Giving a signal with his hand and the rest of the troop either sped up or
dropped back and fanned out. They were practically alone but for the far off snort of the horses.
He slowed his horse. “Bring your leg over.” She did, as he demanded, both of
her legs hanging together over the right side of the horse. “Ye arena playin’?” He ran his lips slowly down her jaw stopping at the corner of her mouth. “Then wha’ are ya doin’, Brae?” He’d broken out the brogue, weakening her even more. “Ye think ye can toy wit’ me?” He kissed the corner of her mouth. Turning her head toward him, she gave him full access to her lips which he took without hesitation. His hand rose, reaching for her, his finger traced softly the ‘U’ of her bodice. Brae wound her hand around his back letting it run over him. He covered her breast. This touch she was used to; he held her breast in sleep most nights. He kneaded her flesh until her nipple pearled in his palm, and then with his fingers stroked her sensitive tip until it tingled, making her arch into into his hand for more.
As he continued to school her lips, she felt his hand at the bottom of her skirt pulling it up slightly. His palm skimmed up her calf, over her thigh. She was unprepared for the wet warmth that gathered between her thighs from his kiss and touch, and she waited in anticipation of what he might do next. As if he knew what had just happened to her, his fingers slid over this new strange wetness, but instead of feeling outrage at his boldness, she found eagerness. She wanted his hand there. And when his skillful fingers slithered smoothly over her, spreading the wetness as he opened her, she shuddered in response. Her lips parted on a sigh of surprise. He growled in reply.
“Open,” he demanded roughly as she parted her legs. Extending his middle
finger, he touched a very sensitive part of her, wiggling the end of his finger,
before circling. His tongue seemed to mimic the same motions in her mouth, as his finger, making her crazed.
Read the first three chapters of The Devil Take You, free
Scotland—1307—During the Scottish Wars of Independence