Lorna tilted her head back into his kisses and he kissed a path to the side of her neck.Nipping lightly at the crook of her shoulder, he relished how her nipples tightened further and her every gentle sigh.
How he had resisted her for so long he knew not.
Even after a day in the hills, her lemon fragrance filled his senses.The taste of her skin was finer than any dessert.He found himself hungry suddenly.A deep ache had opened up inside of him.He recognised the ache as one that had been following him around since he’d woken in Gillean’s castle with a slash across his neck and a bruised and battered body.But this time the ache could be fulfilled.Mayhap this whole time he had been hungering for her.
Logan crooked an arm and drew her into it so she ended up gazing up at him.He eased himself onto his side to lower her to the ground, her head supported on his arm.Surrounded by purple heather, her pale skin made a stark contrast.She appeared like a nymph, her luxurious skirts blending with the scenery, making her look as though she were born from the very ground they lay upon.
Under the sunlight, each of her freckles winked up at him, begged for him to press his lips to them.Her eyes were clear, though tiny streaks of damp in the corner of them told him some tears had escaped while he had been kissing her.Golden curls spilled about her, some grazing her breast, others tangling with the heather like wild vines.
Breathing grew difficult yet when he cupped a breast, air filled his lungs.How had he lived these past seasons without her?To touch her was to live, it seemed.He lowered his head to a pale pink nipple and the tautness against his tongue made his arousal tighten further.
Caution forced him to move slowly but every fibre of him screamed to take her—to slake his lust and claim her.However, the boneless way she laid in his arms, the way she stared up at him wide-eyed and curled her hands around his shoulders in a silent plea forced him to remain gentle and slow.He had never seen her so vulnerable.That she was sharing that part of her with him made his chest swell with pride.
In his short time as Gillean’s chieftain when had he ever felt pride in his actions?Indeed, his most noble act had been letting her go.Damnation, he had a lot to make up for.Here he had been treating her as a liar and a criminal.Handling her no better than Walter had.He recalled her spat words, how she loathed being hauled around.Had he reminded her of her husband?
His stomach grew heavy but his principles were not as strong as his need.He could not let her go.Instead, he kissed along her arm, down to the crease on the inside of it, and took her hand.Logan flattened her palm against his mouth.
“Ye must forgive—”
“Shhh.”Lorna reached up and cupped his face.“Mayhap none of this would have happened if I never denied ye in the first place.”
“Ye cannae blame yerself for my loss of memory.”He tangled his fingers with hers, struck by how perfectly they fit.“Ye cannae blame yerself for any of this.I can, however, blame myself for my behaviour towards ye.”
“Ye never were an easy man to get on with, Logan.”She let slip a tender smile.“Ye could often be bad-tempered and grumpy, but...I still see parts of ye, ye know.”
“I fear I cannae be the man ye want me to be, but I cannae fight ye, Lorna.I need ye too badly.”
“Dinnae fight me.We’ve spent too long fighting.”
She urged him down on top of her with a hand to his neck.When their lips met, his thread of restraint snapped.He had little idea what this meant for them.Did she still love him, even if he was a different man?Yet all that mattered now was that he made love to her and brought her such pleasure that neither of them could fear they’d forget one another again.
He took her mouth aggressively and she bucked into him.Her hands fumbled at his plaid and he heard the pin pop open and the fabric drop.Soft flesh pressed, hot and delicate, at the linen of his shirt.His own shaky hands worked to push her gown from her hips, and she lifted her rear and helped him kick all the material aside.
The desire to move away and admire her was strong but he had been needing her for so long, he feared it would be the end of him, so he remained on top of her as they fought to remove the rest of his garments.Once they were both naked, he grasped her face and kissed her until she squirmed beneath him.Her nails raked his back and buttocks and her kisses were greedy.
When he reached down between them to pleasure her, he found her wet and wanting.She shook her head.“Just take me, Logan.It has been too long.”
Powerless to do anything but comply, he used his hand to spread her legs and eased himself fully on top of her, palms on either side of her head.For several breaths, they stared at one another.Her heart throbbed against his chest and he swallowed heavily.Then taking her mouth, he took her body too.
Logan swallowed her cry as he plunged into her.Nails dug into his skin, the sting a reminder of the strength of this woman.More sounds emanated from her when he rocked into her tight heat.The world became a blur of colours, and he closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of her body around him.Flashes of something struck him—a feeling so powerful he might have reeled back if she had not been clasping him so tightly.Though he could not force his mind to concentrate, his body seemed to remember her.When she clasped her legs around his hips, he used a hand to cup her rear and pound mindlessly into her.Somewhere in his mind, he knew he had done this before, but the fog refused to clear, so he concentrated on new memories.He opened his eyes and watched her expression change with each thrust.
“Oh God,” she cried out as he pressed furiously into her.
Her gaze locked onto his and it hit him again, like waves crashing against rocks—the sensation that he knew this woman better than he knew himself.Unable to take any more, he burrowed his head into the crook of her neck and moved inside her until sweat pricked on his spine and blistering pleasure burned through his body.
She convulsed, once, twice, several more times and shattered around him.Teeth gritted, he followed her, urged on by her small cries and panting breaths.Her hands smoothed up and down his back when he spilled into her.Mayhap he had once experienced the very same sensation but, for now, he swore nothing had ever felt like that.His climax seared him, branded him, ate into his soul and told him he’d never find a woman like this ever again.It seeped into his mind and wound her around his heart.He could not be sure it was love, but he strongly suspected she was right—that he had once loved her and his body remembered as much.
Logan sagged to one side, and wrapped an arm around her.Fumbling for his plaid, he draped it over her nude body and skimmed a finger down her profile.She rolled over to face him, and he admired the way her skin glistened and her hair had tangled around her head.She looked like a wild little nymph now.
He felt as if he’d been waiting for an eternity for her but he still did not comprehend his own feelings.Words begged to tumble from his mouth yet jammed on his tongue.How could he confess love when he knew so little of her and even less of himself?
She gave him a gentle smile of understanding and leaned up to kiss his forehead.“Come, we must make haste.We are on the verge of war and yer son awaits.”
He nodded, apprehension snarling in his gut.Could he be a good father?A good...husband?Would she take him—a lowly peasant and a man with no memory?His planned future had vanished before him, mired in a web of lies and confusion and now he was at her mercy.
Nevertheless, he could not help but grin and kiss her firmly.If he had to have his future in anyone’s hands, he was grateful it was hers.
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