“Oh.” She giggled as he gave her a quick tickle before yanking off her gown. “Actually, I dinnae ken what to call it. ’Tis just ye. Just Callum. Mayhap one day I can name it. Although, right now, ye smell like cinnamon.”
“Cinnamon?” He sat up and tugged off his boots, then reached for her shoes to remove them.
“I ken I have only smelled it once as ’tis so rare and expensive, but, aye. Cinnamon at certain times.”
“What times?”
“Weel, like now.”
“Ah, when I am feeling amorous. Do ye think everyone smells different at such times?”
“How would I ken that?” she asked, her words muffled as he yanked off her chemise. “I have ne’er done it before ye, ne’er even kissed, and certainly ne’er seen any others doing it.”
“Ah, of course. Still, ’tis an interesting thought. An intriguing question.”
“One I believe I could go a verra long time without answering.”
She realized their clothing was now scattered about the room. Callum got up to pull down the covers on the bed. Bethoc was so fascinated by watching his naked form as he moved, he was in bed and watching her while she still perched on top of the covers. Also naked, she realized in shock, and scrambled to get beneath the covers.
“Like watching me naked, eh?” Callum teased as he pulled her into his arms.
“Of course not. I am just continually astonished at your utter lack of modesty.”
He laughed and kissed her. Bethoc clung to him as he skillfully stole her wits with his kiss. It was something she hoped he never discovered.
She stretched luxuriously as he kissed his way down her body. For a time he honored her breasts with his hands and mouth. She clutched at his shoulders when he took her nipple deep into his mouth and sucked, then lightly nipped it. The feel of that light pain shot straight to the core of her.
Bethoc lost herself in the pleasure he gave her, in the delight she felt as she caressed his back, the sides of his hips, and even his buttocks. The stroke of his hands warmed her. His kisses made her heart race and her body ache for him. The heady scent of cinnamon soon surrounded her.
Then his kisses reached that spot between her legs and she tensed. She reached down to grab his hair and pull him away but in the time it took her to do that, the shock that had briefly checked her passion faded and her desire rose so fast it left her dizzy. Bethoc wove her fingers into his hair and held him where he was.
She became aware of him running his hands over her legs. Strangely that touch soothed even as what he was doing with his mouth drove her wild. When he slid two fingers inside her, he then did something with his tongue that caused her raging desire to rapidly erupt and she cried out his name as pleasure swept her away.
Callum gave her no time to catch her breath. He kissed his way back up her body, his fingers still teasing her. Bethoc was stunned by how swiftly her passion stirred back to life. She was trembling with need by the time he touched his mouth to hers.
“Bethoc,” he whispered as he kissed her cheek. “Mine.”
“And are ye mine?” she asked quietly, amazed she was able to form words.
“I do believe I am,” he said as he slowly joined their bodies. “So, are ye mine?”
Bethoc tensed briefly at his question then relaxed, wrapping her arms and legs around him. “Aye, I rather thought I said so by coming here.” He was moving so leisurely she was astonished to feel her desire sparking into full life, especially after it had been satisfied so recently and thoroughly.
“Such bonnie breasts,” he murmured before kissing them.
His soft flattery made her blush even as his hands and mouth roused the need she had thought had gone quiet. She slid her hands down to cup his buttocks, enjoying the feel of them flexing as he moved. Then he slipped his hand between their bodies and touched her, lightly stroked that part of her that made her crazed.
Callum watched as Bethoc struggled to hang on and then fell. He felt her body tighten around him and swiftly joined her in that blissful descent, his release so powerful it left him shaking. For a long moment he held himself steady over her, kissed her, and struggled to regain his senses. When he finally left her, he rolled onto his back and pulled her limp, panting body into his arms. He had lasted longer this time, he thought with a smile.
“Ah, lass, ye are going to make me old before my time,” he teased and she laughed, warming his chest with her breath.
Bethoc kissed his chest and said, “Weel, at least ye will have a verra elegant walking stick.”
He lightly slapped her bottom. “Wretch. So, how do ye like my rooms?”
Propping herself up on one arm and resting her chin on her hand, she looked around the room and then back at him. “They are quite grand.”
“I thought so too, when I first came here. Had a moment of panic.”
