His smile spread wide as he shifted closer to her, his arm resting around her waist where he lay beside her on the blanket.
“Aye,” he answered. “I had rather hoped that you would serve as dessert, dear wife.”
He moved to kiss her, but, as soon as their lips met, they melded into one another, as she had been waiting for all day. She was not sure if she would ever have enough of him like this, so eager for her, so wanting. The knowledge that he was choosing her, that his want for her was so naked in its desire, thrilled her in ways she had not known possible.
He moved on top of her, his body pinning her to the blanket, even though they couldn’t have been more than a few dozen yards from the path.
His hand slipped down between her thighs, working its way beneath her dress with ease as his tongue parted her lips. And, even as the desire began to work its magic on her, she drew back, gazing into his eyes and biting her lip.
“What if someone rides by and sees us?”
He shook his head, tracing a finger along her cheek.
“I’m the Laird of this place, Innes,” he reminded her. “And if I want to make love to my wife on top of a hill where the whole county can see me…”
He kissed her, hard, possessive.
“Then that’s exactly what I’ll do.”
He moved his fingers inside of her as his tongue entered her mouth once more, and she was so overwhelmed by the intensity of his need for her that all protests fell away at once. The thought that he would be willing to risk so much just to have her, risk being caught in such a scandalous position, served to intensify the need within her. No man had ever wanted her the way he did, taking her where anyone could see them, not caring who knew about the depths of his wanton desire.
She gasped as she felt his fingers move within her, her body opening to him like the petals of the flowers he had brought for her.
“Hell, Innes, yer little noises undo me. I’ve been waiting fer this moment since we climbed on the horse.”
She could feel the firmness of his manhood already stirring. The thought of him picturing this, imagining the moment he could lay his hands on her like this, only pushed her further into his arms.
“Make me yers. Dinnae stop, Lachlan.”
She wrapped herself around him, her hips lifted to make his access easier, silently willing him to take her there on the blanket amongst the rolling hills of heather that surrounded them.
“Wife,” he muttered, lips carving out the shape of the words against her mouth. “You should have told me how much you wanted this. I wouldnae have waited so long to get you alone.”
She could only let out a wanting groan against his lips as he withdrew his hand from her skirts and pulled his kilt aside.Catching a glimpse of him beneath the heavy fabric of his family tartan, she shifted herself closer to him as he positioned himself between her legs. His hand ran appreciatively along the curve of her waist and the arch of her back as he brought himself to her entrance.
And, without another moment to waste, he moved inside of her.
“Lachlan!” she cried out so loudly she wouldn’t have been surprised if everyone back at the Keep had heard her.
How could she care when this man wanted her as badly as he did? There was no high like it, no thrill like knowing he craved her and her alone.
“That’s it, lass,” he encouraged as he moved down on top of her, wrapping his arms around her so their bodies could tangle entirely. “Let me hear how much you want me.”
She slipped her hands to the small of his back, suddenly craving even more, pressing him deeper within her like their bodies could not stand to be an inch apart for another second. He took the cue, moving into her deep and slow, his hands grasping her back to steady her as she gasped at the new sensations.
The cool air flowed across her bare thighs, but instead of feeling exposed, she felt… open. Open in ways she never had before, like every part of her had been laid bare in front of him, but she would be safe gifting him with such knowledge.
He brought his lips to her neck, brushing his mouth along her throat softly, letting his teeth snare against her skin for an instant, and she grasped his hair to pull him back to her lips. She needed to kiss him, to speak in that secret language that only the two of them could come close to understanding, as he moved within her. The slow, steady pace of his body was starting to stir something before she could stop it.
Not that she wanted to, and not that he seemed to have any intention of holding back now that he had her where he wanted her. The sounds that came from deep within his throat flowed deep into her, drinking up the very pleasure that was brewing in his body.
She wrapped her ankles around his thighs, drawing him in even deeper. She wasn’t sure their bodies could be any closer, but she wanted to find out, wanted to know if there was something she could do to close the gap that still existed between their separate forms.
And, as the wind trailed its fingers over the hills of heather around them, they made love on the hill, on a blanket tossed down over the earth below, so close to nature it felt they must have been a part of it themselves.
And what could have come more naturally to her than this, than letting herself be with the man she loved? The thought of it, of how much he adored her, how much he cared for her, how long he had waited to have her like this. It built to a peak within her until she was grasping at him desperately for something to cling to.
“Heavens, Lachlan!”
