But not her.
Cameron was fair in everything.
He kept her hand in his and reached with his other hand to tease a lock of her dark hair. “You are truly remarkable.”
Her light blue eyes teased him with warmth. “You say that only because you took one too many knocks to the head and your wits are addled.”
He snorted. “Me wits are fine.”
Her smile dazzled him.
And he still couldn’t get over her beauty and grace. Not once in his life had he thought to meet a woman who could tempt him to marriage.
Yet he felt that temptation now.
What would it be like to have a wife this strong at his side?
Forever.
Someone who wouldn’t just submit docilely, but who would question and speak her mind regardless of consequence? Unlike the others of her species, she wasn’t turned by his looks or title. While other women crawled naked into his bed just to boast later that they’d been with him, he knew Cameron would never tell a soul of what they’d shared.
And it was a sharing. Unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
He felt his body stirring again at the memory of what she’d been like under him.
Cameron’s eyes widened as she noticed him growing hard again. “Seriously? Does it do that a lot?”
Kalder pulled her closer to him. “Only when I think of you.”
Cameron moaned as he captured her lips. He buried his hand in her hair and drew her closer. She felt his fingers splay against her scalp as he held her tightly to him.
Oh, this was heaven. She inhaled the crisp, manly scent of him. Let the warmth of his body seep into every part of hers. She could just melt into him.
Skimming her hand down his lean, hard body, she delighted in the rugged male terrain. She loved the sensation of the thick thatch of hair that nestled his cock. He growled and deepened their kiss as she raked her fingers through that most private area until she could cup him in her hand. His shaft turned rigid once more as she explored it from the very bottom to the tip.
Sucking his breath in sharply, Kalder covered her hand with his and showed her how to stroke him a few seconds before he pulled her hand away. “You’d best stop doing that.”
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to be inside you again, and you’re far too new at this to have me again so soon. It’ll make you even more sore.”
Cameron didn’t feel sore, but then, as he said, she knew very little about this physical side of love, other than what she’d seen or overheard in passing in the taverns. “Have you taken many virgins?” she asked before she could stop herself. “You seem to know much about us.”
“Nay, love. I’ve only had you. But I’ve heard other men talk enough to know.”
She smiled at his confession. Though why it pleased her, she couldn’t imagine. “Who was your first lover?”
He looked a bit startled by her question. “Do you truly wish to know?”
“Seems only fair since you know who mine is.”
He gave an odd half laugh at that. “The Shadow herself.”
Cameron choked on the last thing she’d expected to hear him say. “Scáthach?”
“Aye.”
“So war wasn’t the only thing she trained you for?”
