Cameron’s cock jumped and beaded. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and she was his. And soon would be his bride in truth. He pulled his shirt over his head.
Mary’s gaze went to the scar on his side, then flicked away.
“Ye needna concern yerself with that,” he reminded her. “’Tis well healed.”
When Mary’s guilty smile lit her face, he moved to her, picked her up and placed her gently in the middle of the bed, her soft laughter urging him on.
“What are ye going to do?” she asked as he leaned over her.
“Make love to my bride,” he replied and kissed her mouth, then moved to her ear, her neck, and her chest before licking and suckling each rosy nipple. Mary tangled her fingers in his hair, then tried to pull him back when he started moving lower. He kept going, kissing his way down her ribs and belly. He traced her inner thighs, then parted her intimate folds with one finger and stroked her until she writhed under his hand.
“Ach, Cam…”
“Aye, Mary, my love,” he whispered and replaced his finger with his tongue. Her hips lifted and she cried out, but he didn’t stop. She tasted so sweet, he couldn’t get enough. All too soon, she shuddered, her release makingher body quake under his mouth. He’d never felt anything so exquisite. His body was primed and rock hard, ready to take her, but he waited for her breathing to steady, then asked again. “We can stop now, lass, if ye wish. I will wait for ye.”
“Ach, Cameron, I am ready. I want ye as much as ye want me. Now is nay time to think of waiting.”
Cameron moved over her and found her slippery warm entrance with the head of his erection. “I will take this slow,” he promised. “I willna hurt ye any more than I must.”
“I ken it. Make me yers.”
Cameron pushed into her welcome heat slowly, until he met the barrier of her maidenhead.
“Dinna wait,” Mary breathed.
He pushed through and stilled when she gasped, but after a moment, she nodded.
“It has stopped. I’m ready,” she said.
Cam penetrated further, then further still before pulling back.
Mary clenched around him and cried out.
“Dinna fash, lass. I’m no’ going anywhere.” He eased back in and out again until her body adjusted to his. Then he took his pleasure, carrying Mary with him to the heights he’d dreamed of finding with her.
Mary snuggledinto Cameron’s side, her head on his shoulder where she could watch his broad chest rise and fall with his breath. Her hand lay across his flat belly, just above his manhood, even now firming and filling outunder her gaze, readying him to make love to her again. Like the rest of him, it was large. Long and thick and more than she thought could fit within her. Yet it did, and Cameron used it to bring about a marvelous result—for her and for himself.
They were wed.
She couldn’t believe this day had finally arrived. She was a maiden no longer. A woman. A wife. With a man who loved her and wanted to make love with her. Who enjoyed seeing her body, touching her, tasting her.
Being loved by Cameron was more than she’d imagined, more than she’d ever understood being with a man could be. The physical part was wonderful, but no more so than the feelings he brought about within her—longing, but also comfort and joy. During his convalescence, he’d become her friend. Now he was her husband, and she felt stronger and safer with him by her side.
Instead of reaching for his manhood as she’d first been tempted to do, she let her thoughts lead her actions. She cupped Cameron’s face with a trembling hand and gazed up into his eyes.
He met her gaze and held it, smiling, then traced a finger down her cheek. “If I’m dreaming, dinna wake me,” he told her. “I’ve got the most beautiful, the most wonderful lass in the world in my arms.”
“And I the bravest and handsomest man in Scotland. So dinna wake me, either. Today is a day I thought would never come.”
“’Tis only because ye were waiting for me and didna ken it,” he boasted with a grin as he rolled on top of her and supported his weight on his elbows.
Mary grinned back and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “If only I’d kenned it, I wouldna spent so much time in worry.”
“Ye were never going to be alone, lass. Had I no’ found ye, some other lucky man would.”
That made her frown. “I dinna want some other man, Cameron Sutherland. I’ve got ye, and I mean to keep ye.”
“I’m glad to hear that, lass. ’Tis exactly what I want, too.”
