She grabbed the fabric of her skirts with one hand, keeping the other on his shoulder as he bent forward to place his mouth on her center. She was so shocked that she cried out, and then his tongue was licking, parting her folds, and she groaned as her hips surged toward him.
Pulses coursed through her, and she released his shoulder to put her hand on the back of his head, digging her fingers into his scalp. His hands slid to her backside and he kneaded her bum, pulling her closer to his mouth.
“Iain,” she said in warning, her voice strangled. “I’m going to…Oh, God. Iain, please.” She didn’t want to end this just yet, they’d barely started, but she was racing toward her climax and there was no way she could stop it.
“Iain,” she warned one last time. And then she cried out, pressing his head against her as she ground her hips into his face. She gasped for breath, and in the back of her mind she wondered if she was suffocating him.
He pulled back and her knees buckled.
“Whoa,” he said on a laugh and caught her, pulling her down on top of him as he fell back on the bed.
She sprawled on top of him, breathless and boneless, her insides still quivering. His engorged manhood pressed against her thigh, reminding her that he’d not yet had his completion.
He rolled her to her back and was suddenly above her. He pushed the hair out of her eyes and smiled at her.
“Will we ever do this unclothed?” she asked.
“Someday. But not today.”
He yanked her skirts out of the way and unbuttoned his breeches one-handed while supporting his weight with the other hand. She helped him pull his breeches down and his manhood sprang forward, red and angry. She took it in her hands and he moaned, his head falling as he gasped.
She was always amazed by the male body. It was so hard in so many places, even here. She stroked him, feeling the ridges and the smooth tip of his head, concentrating on the moist slit. Iain grunted, his hips moving to the rhythm of her hands, until he grabbed her hand and pulled it away. “Enough,” he ground out.
He guided himself into her as she lifted her hips to fully accept him. She’d thought that she was finished, but as soon as he was moving inside, her need began to build again. She’d never done this twice and was a bit stunned to find that the release was coming on her quickly.
She gasped and pumped her hips with his. Iain started out slowly, but even he was racing toward his completion far more quickly than either of them wanted.
The faster he moved, the more her need built, until it exploded and she arched her back, gritting her teeth and biting back her groan.
“Oh, God,” he moaned, and she felt his seed shooting inside her.
—
At some point in the middle of the night, they finally took off their clothes and made love while the rain pattered softly against the roof and thunder rumbled far away. A lone candle cast a warm glow over the room. It was cozy and intimate, and they laughed and giggled and slept.
Sometime toward midnight, they stumbled down the stairs and rummaged through the kitchen. They ate sitting side by side at her tiny kitchen table.
“How do ye do it?” she asked as the few candles flickered and the rain fell heavier. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, though she wasn’t really cold. She was warm and tingling from their lovemaking.
“How do I do what?” he asked, taking a bite of bread.
“How do ye pretend all the time? How do ye keep up the energy to do what ye do? Don’t ye ever get weary?”
“I don’t think about it,” he said. “It’s just something I do.”
“I get weary,” she said. “I just want peace.”
Iain sat back and contemplated her. “England and Scotland have been at odds for centuries. It almost seems a way of life, doesn’t it? However, I want peace, too. Just like everyone else. Well.” He grinned. “Everyone except MacGregor.”
She smiled, but her heart and her thoughts were tormented. She was suddenly frightened, and she didn’t know what she was frightened of.
Iain leaned forward and put his hand over hers, squeezing her fingers. “No heavy thoughts tonight.”
She shook off her melancholy. “Ye’re right.” Despite everything, she yawned, and he laughed.
“Sleep,” he said.
She stood, wrapping her blanket around her. Iain watched, his eyes darkening at the sight of her bare legs peeking out of the blanket.
