His gaze flew to hers. “My God, Cait.”
“I miss him,” she said, thinking of Cormac and his robust laugh and the ever present twinkle in his blue eyes.
“We don’t have to—”
She put her finger to his lips to silence him. “Aye. We do. I want to.” She pulled her finger away. “That is, unless ye don’t want…”
He rolled until he was on top of her, a hand on either side of her head, his nose almost touching hers. “Oh, I want. I very much want.”
She smiled up at him, his words making her insides quiver. “Then what are ye waiting for?”
He growled before lowering his head and taking her mouth in a kiss that devoured her and melted her at the same time. This was not like their kiss the other day. It wasn’t sweet or delicate or tentative. It was all about passion and she loved it.
She pulled him down to feel the length of his hard body pressing her into the hay. She rubbed herself against his manhood, relieving a bit of the pressure between her legs. He moaned and opened her legs wider, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
At her prompting, he rolled off her and she sat up to straddle him, hiking up her skirts so there was less clothing between them. The cool air on her overheated, exposed thighs only increased her need.
Iain’s dark eyes were filled with desire as he cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the fabric of her worn but serviceable gown. She arched and threw her head back, pressing her breasts into his hands. She was wet between her legs, wet and aching. Iain was breathing deeply, his hands kneading her as his hips thrust upward while she ground down on him.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. A tight coil was forming inside of her, and she knew the bliss when it uncoiled. She knew it and she wanted it desperately.
She raised herself off his hips and unbuttoned his breeches as he lifted his hips and helped her slide the breeches down his legs. His manhood lay heavy against his smooth belly, red and engorged with need.
Cait gathered her skirts in her hand and pushed them aside. She wished she could get completely undressed and feel the hard muscles of his chest against her bare breasts, but that was too risky. Maybe another time.
She sighed as he slid into her and grabbed her hips, thrusting upward to impale her. She moved above him while he moved with her, finding a rhythm that worked for both of them.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
She’d always loved the act of making love. There was something about two people who cared about each other coming together and expressing it in such a physical way. But today her need was too great, and the time she liked to take needed to be cut short due to the fact that they were nearly outside.
That coil inside her was tightening. She reached between her legs and flicked the nub there. It made her gasp and Iain groan as he watched her touch herself.
He brushed her hand away and pressed the pad of his thumb to the nub, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He kept his thumb there as she rode him, and each time she moved, she rubbed against him. The faster she moved, the better it felt, until she was pumping up and down so quickly she was nearly breathless.
Iain was biting his bottom lip, his hips keeping time with hers. “God, Cait,” he groaned. “Hurry. I’ve not much time…” He yelled out, surging up until he was almost sitting, his face twisted in what looked like pain, though she knew it wasn’t. She watched his expression as he spurted his seed inside of her, and it was then that the coil exploded. She grabbed his shoulders and bit her own lip to keep from screaming as she ground down on his cock until he couldn’t possibly be farther inside her.
Breathless and weak, she tumbled to the side to roll onto her back. The insides of her thighs were sticky and that secret part of her was still vibrating, little quivers that felt so damn good.
“That was magnificent,” he said.
“It was, wasn’t it?”
“In a hayloft, no less.”
“Pretty damn good for my first time in a hayloft.”
He chuckled and reached for her hand, twining his fingers through hers. The afternoon was edging toward early evening, she could tell by the slant of the sun through the small window. She had a hundred things to do but didn’t want to move.
“Cait?” The male voice drifted up to the hayloft and she froze. “Miss Campbell?”
She bolted to a sitting position and looked at Iain, who was frowning up at her. “Who’s that?” he asked.
“Sergeant Halloway.” She scrambled to stand and smooth down her skirts, plucking bits of straw from here and there. She had to look a sight after rolling around in the hayloft with Iain. She felt her hair and groaned.“Where are my pins?” Her hair was completely undone, falling down her back in tangles and curls.
Iain sat up. “What is Sergeant Halloway doing here?”
“It’s a long story that will have to wait. We need to get down there before he starts looking for me in earnest.”
