One of his hands reached down, found the hem of her shift, and slipped beneath, a finger trailing its way up the inside of her thigh. Jenna’s breath hitched, a gasp escaped, and that hot core between her legs became molten. Her fingers dug into the sand beneath her and her hips bucked involuntarily as his questing fingers trailed higher, higher. At the same time, his lips came down atop hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth even as a finger plunged into the soft warmth between her legs.
Jenna gasped, but Arran did not release her lips, his kisses hard and demanding, his fingers deft and expert as they explored her. Oh God. Oh shit. What was he doing to her?
Jenna began to lose all sense of control. Her body responded without conscious thought, and she writhed under his touch as the delicious pleasure began to build. Her hands came up to tangle in his thick hair as she kissed him, wanting to taste him, to feel him, to have him on and in her. She wasn’t sure she’d ever wanted anything as much.
“Arran,” she groaned against his lips, the only word she seemed able to form. “Arran.”
“What, my beauty?” he whispered between kisses, his fingers slowly stoking her into an inferno. “What do ye want?”
“You know what I want,” she replied, her voice low and husky.
“Do I? I want to hear ye say it.”
“You,” she whispered. “I want you.”
His eyes slid closed, and a low moan escaped him. “Then I am yers.”
With both hands, he took hold of her shift and pulled it over her head. Jenna threw up her arms to help him, suddenly wanting nothing between them but hot, bare skin. As he tossed the damp garment by the fire, she began plucking at the belt that held up his breeches, her fingers fumbling in her haste to get them off. She got the belt free, and he obliged by kicking out of the clinging garment, revealing his large, muscled thighs and the whole glorious length of him standing proud between them.
Jenna’s mouth went dry at the sight and as he pushed her back down, kissing her once more, she reached an arm into the space between them and ran her hands up his full, hard length. Now it was Arran’s turn to gasp, and she felt goosebumps ride up his skin as she stroked him.
He gazed down at her, his face so close to hers that their noses touched. His eyes were so dark now they seemed almost black, but she could see the raw desire that burned in their depths. He wanted her. This big, powerful man who could probably have any woman he wanted on this island wantedher. She could feel his need coming off him in waves, hanging in the air around them like musk.
“Jenna,” he whispered, the word a soft caress across her skin. “My wildcat.”
She wrapped both arms around his neck. “Arran,” she murmured. “My fierce Highlander.”
He breathed out slowly and stared at her, unblinking, as he nudged her legs apart with his knees. Running her hands down his back, she felt his muscles bunch as he tilted his hips and thrust himself inside her.
Jenna cried out as he filled her. Delicious heat coiled up from the spot and went sizzling along her nerves. She clutched Arran’s back as he began to move, slowly at first but then with increasing tempo, her nails raking him, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, their bodies soon moving in perfect synchronicity.
Her world shrank. Gone were thoughts of magic and time traveland raiders. Gone were thoughts of anything beyond this moment. It was just her and Arran, the only things that mattered.
His breath was harsh by her ear, hair falling forward to tickle her face, and his scent was all around her, a scent that smelled like the wind and the waves and the sky all rolled into one. She felt wild and reckless and… and… alive in a way she never had before.
She moved in time with him, a thin sheen of sweat sliding between their bodies, and as their tempo increased and gasps and moans of pleasure began to escape from between Arran’s clenched teeth, Jenna’s own pleasure began to mount. That burning ember deep in her core glowed red hot.
She threw her head back, gasping as that fire burned, burned, burned right through her until finally, finally, she exploded into tiny embers and screamed Arran’s name to the limitless blue sky. She lost herself, obliterated, and was only dimly aware of Arran juddering as he too reached his climax.
She lost all sense of time and place, giving herself over to the fiery pleasure that consumed her. But finally, after what could have been a second or a lifetime, the fire slowly began to ebb and she opened her eyes.
Arran was lying on top of her, his weight pressing her into the sand. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at her. She couldn’t quite read his expression, but the heat in his gaze had cooled and now it was replaced by something else, a look of sated satisfaction.
He grinned, a boyish grin that lit his face and made him even more devastatingly good-looking. “Wildcat,” he murmured. “Very apt. Is there any of my back left?”
She ran her fingers over the skin of his back, feeling the gashes where she’d scratched him. “Sorry,” she said. “I guess I got a little carried away.”
“I consider them a badge of honor,” he replied.
He dipped his head and kissed her. It was slow and gentle thistime, with none of the desperation and desire of before, and it was all the sweeter for that. Jenna kissed him equally as gently and as she did so, she felt something stir deep within her. Something warm and pleasant that she struggled to put a name to. Not desire, not this time, but something else, something deeper, something that seemed to rise up from the very bottom of her being. In that instant, she realized she could live in this moment forever. With him.
He rolled away from her, lying on his back on the sand and then pulling her close against him. Jenna nestled herself against his side, head resting on his broad chest. He kissed the top of her head.
Neither of them spoke. There was no need for words, really. Everything they had been feeling had been expressed in actions, not words. Jenna didn’t bother trying to explore it or explain it. For the moment, she was content. Happy even, and she was perfectly willing to leave it at that.
Arran stirred. “That was… unexpected,” he rumbled.
“It was,” Jenna agreed. “But not unwelcome.”
