Calum stood across the cabin from her, in all his naked glory, with his arms crossed over his hairy chest and a teasing grin on his face.
“Oh, you!” She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, then tried to run. She only got as far as the bunk, flat on her back with Calum on top of her.
He brought his nose so close to hers they almost touched. “You’re a gullible lass, you know that?”
She looked at him, and rubbed her fingertips over his lips. “I was afraid I wasn’t going to get any more kisses.”
“Ah, Amy-my-lass, you’ll never be kiss poor.”
Poor. The word rang through her conscience. She looked up at her husband and wondered if she should tell him about her fortune now.
But there was no time for second thoughts or telling truths and secrets, because he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her long and lingered there as if he had to, as if kissing her was necessary to his being. When he was through, money was the last thing Amy thought about.
He pulled her clothes away piece by piece. His lips and hands explored her face, neck, breast, and legs. He kissed her in ways she never knew existed: her ears, neck and breasts and body. It was a new world of experience, one she savored with each new touch and kiss, each new thrill that ran through her blood making her hot and crazy.
In an act of pure instinct, she ran her fingers through the thick black hair on his chest. He inhaled sharply when her fingertips touched his nipples. He went a little wild then, and took most of her breast into his mouth, laved the tip of it with his tongue and sucked so hard that she felt the rush of a tingling sensation in her most private place.
He pulled her to her feet and knelt before her, taking off the satin slippers she wore as if they were glass. His hands roved up her legs, stroking her, memorizing her skin, the feel of it. He told her how soft she was and he kissed the backs of her knees and drove her wild with his tongue.
In a slow and methodical way, he rolled down her one silk stocking and kissed a path up her legs, taking forever. Soon he touched her there, at that intimate spot with his mouth.
When he kissed her she almost lost her balance. She grabbed the first thing she could. His head, and clutched it to her. She needed the feeling he was creating, the thrill and the rise that made her blood speed through her body in a storm of emotion.
A moment later she cried out and fell back on the bunk, her body pulsing with something she couldn’t believe could happen to her while her breaths came in broken gasps.
Calum was standing over her then, his look satisfied and spectacularly proud, as if he had just saved the world.
He pulled off the rest of her clothes, folded them, and then knelt on the bunk, one thigh wedging its way between her legs. He started again, kissing her ankles and her calves, up her thighs and pausing to breathe on the center of her. He did this over and over until she craved another touch there.
She whispered his name and a wealth of love was in that one word: Calum. He drew one finger over her and she arched toward him. His mouth was on her waist, her belly, and her hips, everywhere, making her body nothing but sensation while his finger stroked her, then slipped inside and filled her, rubbing in and out and making her body cry.
Then he was looming over her, his mouth and tongue tracing her ear and her neck, her breast, while his hand and fingers made her wet and wild and wanting him.
He shifted his body and slid against her. His face was above her and he was watching her closely. He shifted slightly so he was stretching her open, beginning to slip inside. “Are you okay, lass?”
She nodded and he slipped inside farther. She inhaled sharply at his fullness.
He stopped, not even halfway inside her. “Amy?”
She opened her eyes.
He touched her with his fingers again until she was feeling that sensation again, the building of something wonderful deep within her. He slid in farther, his touch making her accept him more easily than before.
Then he kissed her long and hard and filled her mouth with his full tongue. He gripped her hips in his hands and pushed hard.
Her eyes flew open and she cried out into his mouth. She tried to push him off her, but he wouldn’t move.
“Amy... hold still.”
“It hurts, Calum. You’re hurting me.”
He groaned and rested his head on her shoulder. “Lass, please. Give me a moment.”
So they lay there, her center burning with the fullness of him. She was tense and stiff and almost afraid to relax. She was afraid it would hurt again.
He began to move. “I have to move, lass. I have to. Does it still hurt? Tell me what you feel.” His expression held a hint of an apology.
She looked up at him from teary eyes and she shook her head. “Not like before.”
