One careful cut and the binding fell away, though he couldn’t see her breasts until he drew her backward against the rim—her rosy nipples hard and puckered and glistening with moisture in the sunlight pouring through the window.
With a groan deep in his throat, Cameron knew as well as Aislinn that her bath was suddenly over. She gasped as he stood up and pulled her with him, her body wet and slippery as he carried her to the bed.
Wet and slippery as he laid her down… her eyes widened and her beautiful breasts rising and falling as if she were breathless when he stepped away and threw off his sword belt.
If he had thought her body beyond compare two weeks past when he’d stood by the fireplace as the healer did everything he could to help her—now Cameron could not tear his gaze away from her narrow waist and long limbs and the triangle of soft red curls at the apex of her thighs.
It seemed he had stripped from his clothes before he had drawn another breath, no time for him to bathe, either, as his flesh stood swollen and hard and he knew he could wait no longer to claim her.
Aislinn’s gaze had dropped there, too, and she stared at his lower body as if in awe until he climbed atop the bed and blanketed her with his body.
His instincts told him exactly what to do, Cameron parting her legs with his knee and lifting himself up above her.
“It may hurt, love… but only for a moment,” he whispered with words that came as if by instinct, too, and then he thrust himself inside her. Aislinn arched her hips against him as she cried out… but only for an instant as she threw her arms around his neck, moaning.
Her eyes wide with wonder, her lips parted, her moans now echoing his as she held onto him tightly, her splayed fingers digging into his back only heightening his pleasure.
His deep thrusts heightening the sound of her pleasure, the two of them moving as one, her breath becoming his breath as Cameron crushed his mouth against hers only to have her kiss him back as fiercely.
Higher and higher they rose together until such a great shuddering swept over them both at the same moment, Aislinn clinging to him and Cameron burying himself deep inside her—that long moments had passed before he found the strength to lift his head.
Aislinn limp beneath him, though her arms were still draped around his neck, languid now as she stared up at him with a look of such sated bliss, Cameron could only stare back in wonder.
She was so… beautiful.
Their bodies still joined, her slender hips moving ever so slightly against his… aye, just enough to make Cameron grow hard and aching for her again… and now it was Aislinn looking up at him in surprise.
“Aye, wife,” he murmured, kissing the curve of her cheek, her brow, the tip of her nose. “It seems we both knew exactly what tae do.”
* * *
Aislinn snuggled deeper into the pillow, smiling to herself at the low rumble of Cameron’s breathing at her nape.
He held her so closely that if she moved any more, she might wake him, and she wanted him to sleep.He needed to sleep!
Aislinn blushed deeply as she thought of the lovemaking that had carried them well into the night—something awakened in Cameron as if a starving man had been offered a feast.
The first time he had claimed her impassioned and fierce, while the second and third had left her certain there wasn’t much of her body that he hadn’t kissed and caressed—ah, God!
How could she have known his tongue would bring her such pleasure, such blinding ecstasy?
Aislinn closed her eyes and sighed at the image in her mind of Cameron lowering his head between her splayed thighs and burying his face into the very heart of her… making her tremble now at the remembering.
She bit her lower lip and told herself again to lie still and think of anything else so that she wouldn’t rouse him. Yet how could she not think of the intimacy of his touch when he had his arm securely around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder, and his lower body pressed against her bottom?
At once another heart-stopping vision came to her… Cameron standing naked beside the bed and looking more magnificent than she could have ever imagined.
His swollen flesh erect against a thatch of black hair and an abdomen so powerfully muscled that she had stared at him in wonder—yet not for long.
A breathless moment more and he had joined her on the bed and covered her wet body with his own. Any chill she had felt vanishing at the heated sensation of his flesh against hers… no, no, she must stop!
Aislinn had to stifle another sigh at the lustiness of her thoughts and told herself she must get some more sleep, too, but even now, the warmth of Cameron’s body burned into hers.
She tried to distract herself by glancing around the dimly lit room, the logs burned down to glowing embers, but everywhere she looked aroused vivid images to make her shiver…
Cameron getting up from the bed to close the shutters at the windows, affording her a view of his broad back and taut buttocks.
Cameron lighting the logs in the fireplace to ward off the early evening chill, and opening the door only enough to shout down the stairs that a hot supper would be welcome.
