“So, you haven’t been inside my head all day then?”
“No, of course not. It wouldnae be polite to read people’s thoughts without their permission.” Maggie eyed him shyly when he raised a questioning eyebrow. “I’m sorry. I guess by my own standards, I was impolite because I read yer thoughts. I won’t do it again.”
“Good. Because I wouldn’t want you to know what I’ve been thinking all this time.” He offered her a dazzling smile.
“I don’t have to be inside yer head to ken what ye’ve been thinking, Mr. Sinclair. It’s written all over yer face.” Maggie giggled and it soon morphed into uncontrollable laughter.
Dylan surmised it must be his expression that had her in stitches. He hadn’t known his emotions were so transparent. He’d been doing his best to hide his desire and apparently had failed miserably.
“Okay, okay, you can stop laughing at me now. I can’t help how I feel about you, you know.” Dylan rose from his chair and pulled Maggie up to join him. Suddenly he was feeling very warm. The close proximity of Maggie’s body was certainly heating things up. Lifting her chin with his finger, he held it there while he placed several small kisses on her very soft and inviting lips. Before he could stop himself he had her securely anchored in his arms and was kissing her senseless.
***
His kisses were exactly what Maggie had been craving all day. How lucky that they had found this wonderful little hideaway in the woods! It was the perfect place, as far as she was concerned. She wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, but she knew what she wanted and what she wanted was Dylan. She hoped she wasn’t being too forward, but she desperately needed to get that shirt off of him. She undid the laces at the neck and pulled it from his kilt. She ran quivering hands up beneath the silky material,relishing the feel of soft warm skin over rock hard muscle. She let herself drift into a place where nothing mattered but what she was feeling. No thoughts interfered with her actions. This was where she wanted to be and Dylan was the man she wanted to be with.
Dylan pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing a sight that took Maggie’s breath away. Her hands had a mind of their own as they traced every inch of him—chest, shoulders, and perfect washboard abs. A sensation resembling butterflies furiously beating their wings filled her belly and a pulsing ache spread between her thighs. She reached for the belt that held his kilt in place, but Dylan gripped her hands in his, stopping her movements.
“Maggie, are you sure?” He looked deeply into her eyes, searching for her answer.
“Verra sure,” she whispered into his chest as she peppered it with little kisses and flicks of her tongue. She went back to work on the belt and this time Dylan helped her, dropping the kilt to his feet. He kicked it out of the way and his boots came off next. He was totally and completely naked and Maggie just stared at him in wonder. She’d never seen a completely naked man before. Well, that wasn’t completely true. She’d seen Dylan at the waterfall that day not so long ago, but it had been a brief view and he’d been soaking wet and cold. This was different. Her eyes travelled over him from head to toe. She had to admit she was a little embarrassed, but Dylan didn’t seem to mind one bit.
“Your turn,” he said as he began removing her clothes, all the while kissing her. One hand twisted into her hair while the other hand drew her shirt off. Next came her boots and pants. The cool air sent gooseflesh spreading across her skin and she pressed herself up against Dylan seeking his warmth. He picked her up and reverently placed her on the bed, his eyes burning a sensual path from her eyes, down to her lips, on to her breasts andfurther. She could hardly breathe for excitement and nerves, and she nearly groaned when he lowered himself to lay atop her. The sensation of having every inch of him covering her own body was sheer ecstasy. It seemed every single part of him was touching some part of her.
“Maggie,” Dylan’s voice sent shivers of delight rippling through her limbs. “This is your first time, right?”
She nodded shyly.
“It might hurt for a moment or two, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. Are you okay with that?”
She nodded again.
“Don’t worry. We’ll work up to it.” He ran his hand down the side of her face, lovingly caressing her cheek. Shifting his weight to the side, he sought out her breasts with his mouth and tongue, slowly driving her crazy. A moan escaped her lips and she could feel Dylan’s mouth turn up into a slow smile as a low chuckle erupted from his throat. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, the touch of his mouth on her and then he moved again, focusing his attention on her belly. He circled her navel with his tongue, and she bucked beneath him. It tickled a little, but in a wonderful way and she stifled a giggle. As Dylan continued kissing and licking her belly, he lowered his hands to a different part of her body. The spot between her legs, which had been aching so badly for him, now enjoyed the gentle caress of his fingers. His thumb found a particularly sensitive spot and she jumped. “Does that feel good?” he asked, continuing to circle that very sensitive nub.
Couldn’t he tell? It felt better than anything ever had before. “Mmm…” she moaned helplessly. “Mmm…”
Dylan pulled himself further down her body until his mouth was where his hands had been and his hands grabbed her buttocks, holding her still. “Dylan,” she cried.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Dylan said, sounding very certain as his tongue did things to her that she had never anticipated. An unusual sensation started building inside her body. Part aching, part tingling—her breathing quickened, and while she didn’t have a clue where this was all leading—she wanted to get there with every fiber of her being. Dylan was an expert it seemed. All sense of time and space left her as she floated in ecstasy with his touch. The sensation continued to build and she could scarcely bear it, and suddenly, when she thought she could take no more her body shook and bucked, and she experienced a release she had never experienced before. She thought it was over, but still Dylan continued licking and suckling against her, and she tangled her fingers in his silky soft hair holding him against her. She thought she might expire right there on the spot, and then it happened a second time. Maggie was certain she was having an out of body experience, and she moaned in delight at the sheer pleasure coursing through her body. Dylan’s fingers continued to massage her gently, but he lifted himself back up over her body, his mouth on hers, his tongue probing. She responded by throwing her arms around his neck and holding him close. Her body arched up to meet his as his kisses left her mouth and headed to her throat and then his mouth was next to her ears. “Are you ready?” he asked. “I’ll go slow, but you let me know if you want me to stop, okay?”
“Yes.” She wouldn’t ask him to stop. She wanted to feel him inside of her and nothing was going to get in the way of that.
Dylan moved to cover her with his body again. The hard shaft of his penis poked her as he positioned himself between her legs. He moved again, this time inside of her and then in one swift movement, he slid all the way in and she experienced a sharp, burning pain. “Are you okay?” he asked. He stopped moving, watching her face worriedly for her reaction.
“I’m good,” she assured him. “Please, don’t stop.”
Dylan slowly began moving inside her and Maggie experienced that same growing excitement she had enjoyed before. She held tightly to his shoulders for a moment or two, as she adjusted to his movements and then she let her hands wander down his back to grip his buttocks. The muscles tensed and released between her fingers as he plunged into her. His breathing quickened and he dove deeper with each pump of his hips. She cried out, spasms of pleasure rocking her body for the third time and a moment later, Dylan joined her, growling as he poured his release into her. Rolling to his side, he pulled her with him and she rested her head on his chest. They lay that way, catching their breath, the crackling of the fire the only sound in the small cottage.
“That was beautiful,” Maggie said, when she finally found her voice. “Amazingly beautiful.”
“No pain next time. From now on, it will only be pleasure,” Dylan said in response.
Maggie smiled and snuggled closer to Dylan. He secured her tightly to his side with his arm, and with the flickering flames casting shadows around them, they both fell asleep, happy and sated.
Chapter 16
The sound of someone singing woke him. Dylan stretched and opened his eyes to discover Maggie happily setting out food and drink. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said, drinking in the sight of a tumble of red hair and smiling green eyes.
“Good afternoon,” she corrected, running across to the bed and throwing herself on top of him.
