“That?” His eyes widened in disbelief. “That wee thing is supposed to stay on the tip of my cock? While we…” His voice trailed off as he shook his head and stared up at the ceiling as though searching for guidance.
Emma wrapped Torin’s kilt in her grasp and yanked his body closer. For some strange reason, the idea that this was Torin’s virginrun with a condom filled her with an extra dose of seductive fire. “Let me show you.” She couldn’t resist licking her lips as she yanked his kilt free and tossed it to the kitchen floor.
He hissed out a surprised breath then spread his arms as he leaned forward. “Aye, love,” Torin purred, “Show me what ye have in mind.”
Emma pressed her palms against the hardness of his chest and in one slow, methodical caress, trailed her hands down the ripples of his muscles. Such masculinity.How could his muscles be rock hard and yet his skin tease feel like the softest velvet? She tickled her fingers even lower, smiling as Torin caught his breath and spread his feet farther apart. Dropping to her knees, she traced her nails back up along his inner thigh, swirling ever so lightly through the tight curls of hair growing ever thicker the higher she explored. As she moved one hand higher and gently cradled his sack, she kissed the straining tip of his member then laved the length of him with her tongue.
He lurched forward, slamming both hands on the edge of the counter as she drew him into her mouth. “Lore, woman. I will surely die from what you are doin’.”
Emma suckled him with one long slow draw then kissed the tip of his cock again. “But what a way to go, right?” She wrapped her fingers around his satin hardness and stroked with a firm teasing pull.
“Aye,” Torin groaned as he closed his eyes. “Aye, love,” he repeated as she stroked him some more.
Emma smoothed the condom down around his hardness and took him in her mouth again. She took her time and gifted him with slow, luscious pulls while running her tongue up and down the slick hardness of his shaft.
“Lore, woman—I can stand no more!” Torin grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up to his chest, burying his tongue inside her mouth. He lifted her body atop the counter and pushed between her thighs.
Emma wrapped her legs around his hips and hugged his body to her. “Take me,” she whispered against the stubble of his cheek. “Take me now,” she repeated as she ran her tongue just below his jaw and nibbled at the warm saltiness of his throat.
Torin roared as he drove into her body. His back arched as the hardness of his shaft hammered into her depths. Emma filled her hands with his flexing buttocks and pulled him harder against her with every repeated thrust. He slid in and out, pounding the ancient rhythm as she closed her eyes and gave her senses over to the dance until the room exploded into rapturous bursts of ecstasy. Torin roared again, tensed inside her, then shuddered and collapsed.
His torso swelled in her embrace as he sucked in a deep breath, then hefted his warm body a bit above hers. Bending to plant a gentle kiss on the end of her nose, he pressed his dampforehead against hers. “I didna mean to crush ye, lass, but ye left me with verra little strength.”
Emma grinned while pulling him back down tight against her. “I like it when I leave you weak. Your body feels good on top of mine.”
“Lore, lass,” Torin rasped as he drew in a ragged breath and slowly eased away. “I would die a happy man inside your sweet softness, but right now I’m a bit confused.”
“Confused?” She propped herself up on her elbows, admiring the lovely sheen of sweat shining across his chest. “Why are you confused?”
“What do we do with your wee condom now?” Torin stood with feet slightly apart and hands planted on his hips. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as he nodded down toward his spent member.
Emma held her breath and bit her lip. She didn’t dare open her mouth. If she laughed at Torin now, he might not appreciate it very much. Swallowing hard, she scooted herself to a sitting position atop the counter and pointed toward the trash bin. “You…um…take it off and toss it in there.”
Torin didn’t move, just continued staring down at his sagging latex coated shaft. “Seems a waste. Are ye sure ye dinna want to rinse out the wee stocking and save it to use again?”
Emma clapped a hand across her mouth as laughter snorted out her nose. He fixed her with a disgruntled glare, as she pinched her nose shut between her fingers and held her breath against any further giggles. Wow. Apparently, those old tales of a Scot’s thriftiness were based on fact. Uncovering her mouth enough to draw in a deep breath, Emma swallowed hard against any further outbursts. “I don’t think that would work very well.” She waved a hand toward the untouched boxes scattered across the floor. “Besides. We have plenty.”
Torin tensed and shifted his stance back a few steps. His smile disappeared. “Aye. Well. I still think it is a bit of a waste when all ye need do is clean it up a bit afore ye use it again.”
“I’m sorry, Torin.” Emma hopped down from the counter and wrapped her arms around him. “Please don’t be upset. I didn’t mean to laugh. It was just your expression and the way you stood there with your feet spread apart. I couldn’t help it.” Emma’s lips twitched with a giveaway tremble. She must not laugh. Not now.
“A man doesna like to be made a fool. I’ve borne that feeling too many times since waking to this place.” Torin kissed her forehead and ran his fingers along the smooth skin of her upper arm. “But I shan’t have to bear it verra much longer.”
Emma drew away in one slow, smooth motion, her fingers trailing down the sides of his arms. “What do you mean by that?”
Damn her perception. The woman sensed his urgency, felt his despair with this strange unwelcome place. She just didn’t know what to do once she read his aura. He might as well tell her the truth. He had never been any good with lies. “I willna be staying in this reality long, Emma. But I need ye more than ye will ever know. I need yer help to return to my clan, to pass beyond the veil. I dinna belong here in this madness. This world is filled with nothing but chaos.”
Her eyes flared wide and filled with sudden understanding and another emotion Torin couldn’t quite read. What was she thinking? Her lower lip trembled before tightening into a determined line. The color rose high on her cheeks. “So, you just need my help to leave this place? Is that it? I’m just your ticket out of here?”
Realization hit him like a wall of freezing water. The woman made it sound like he had used her; enjoyed her passions to win her trust. “Emma, I−”
“You what? It’s the truth. I see it in your face. You just need my help to get out of here and get to wherever it is you think you belong. All you had to do was ask, Torin. The sex wasn’t necessary to trick me into doing your bidding.”
“Damnaigh,Emma.” Torin scrubbed both hands across his face. How could she think he would do such a thing? “I wanted ye, woman. Because ye are a damn beautiful creature filled with fire and passion. Your very presence inflames me. I didna take ye to sway your mind. I needed ye because I ached to know the magic of your warmth. How can I make ye understand? This place is not where I belong but ye are the one I desire.” With a defeated groan, Torin yanked both hands through his hair and turned away.
Until Emma’s anger ebbed, there would be no reasoning with her. Fury burned in those emerald eyes of hers. Torin glanced back at her and his heart fell. She stood with both hands opening and closing into shaking fists clenched against her sides. Thank the fates she didna know how to focus her energies. She would have scorched him to a pile of ash by now.
Emma shoved past him and headed toward the bedroom door. She paused in the doorway, one hand trembling atop the tarnished brass latch. “I’ll make you a deal, Torin. Tomorrow, after I finish at the clinic, you can start giving me lessons on this wonderful magic you claim I possess. Don’t worry. I’m a quick study. We should have your ass out of here in no time.” And then she slammed the door.
