“I’ll take that as a no.”
She slid her body down onto him. He pushed inside her, filling her up. A gasp escaped her as she sat straight, her back arched. She tipped her head back, the ends of her long auburn hair brushing his legs.
The moment their bodies connected, the moment he was with her, was the moment he knew he was lost to her forever.
His hands landed on her hips but he allowed her to set the pace. Their bodies fell into a perfect rhythm, as though they were made for each other. As though they were meant to be together. Mayhap they were. Mayhap the prophecy pushed them together, intertwining their destinies as it did with Evie and Callum.
Chloe leaned forward then, placing her hands on his chest as she continued to move against him. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, her expression one of unadulterated pleasure. Her breasts brushed his chest, heightening every awareness in him, making his senses ignite with blistering fire. She was everything he imagined and more.
She cried out with pleasure as she came against him. He was moments away from climax but managed to maintain control. When her body slowed against him, he sat up, gathered her to him and flipped her to her back, pulling out at the same time as his own climax came.
Malcolm settled next to her, holding her close. She rested her head on his chest, her skin dewy and flushed. Silence stretched between them. The room was still, quiet, and he again regretted not building the fire to warm the chamber.
“What happens now?” she asked, sounding timid.
He wanted to stay there forever, to hold her close to him. To do it all over again and then when night came, keep her close as she slept. But he knew that was not possible.
Dougal had arrived at the door with a message telling him Callum was looking for him. But he was too far gone with thoughts of Chloe. He refused to leave her, naked and ready in his bed. She had come to him. He was not going to let that opportunity pass him by.
He took in a deep breath, expelled it.
“Malcolm?”
“Aye, lass, I have duties to tend.”
She propped her chin on her hand and looked up at him, those big green eyes full of question and longing. “And I’ve kept you from them? Someone was at the door to fetch you. Am I right?”
“Aye.”
She rolled away from him, the simple movement leaving him feeling alone, cold, and mourning her absence. Before he could reach for her, to stop her, to pull her back down into his arms, she was out of the bed, gathering her clothing.
“I should go. Evie is probably looking for me.”
He sat up on one elbow, watching her as she started to dress. “Ye dinnae have to leave.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Chloe.”
At the sound of her name, she stopped gathering her clothes to look at him. Her eyes were wide with question as she held her clothes to her chest, covering her best assets.
“I mean it. Ye dinnae have to leave if ye dinnae want to.”
“You mean stay here?” She pointed to the floor to indicate staying in his bed chamber.
“Aye.”
The thought of her being here when he returned warmed him and stirred deep desire within.
“Wait for me here,” he added.
Color rose in her cheeks as she cast her eyes down. “I don’t know.”
He moved off the bed, reaching for her, taking her bandaged hand in his. “Stay. Wait for me.”
When she still refused to look at him, he took her chin in his other hand and tipped her head back. Their eyes met and that sensuous fire he felt earlier sparked once again between them.God’s teeth, he didn’t want to admit he was falling in love with her, but he was falling in love with her.
“I—”
