He grinned and took it from her, then pulled the cloth over his head.
Mary couldn’t take her eyes from the flex of his abdominal muscles, or the way his staff stood proudly away from its nest of brown curls. As the shirt cleared Cameron’s head, his massive arm and shoulder muscles caught her attention as they bunched and flexed, then smoothed as he dropped his arms to his sides. He cocked his head, drawing her attention back to the wicked gleam in his eyes.
“I was right, all those weeks ago. Ye do like looking at me.”
“I told ye then that I did. And I still do. I always will.” She stepped closer, but he held her from him.
“Nay, lass. ’Tisna fair. Ye are still dressed. I’ll have ye out of yer silks, too.” He tipped his head to the side, studying her. “So beautiful. I dinna ken whether I want to watch ye remove them, or help ye do it.”
Mary smirked and stepped back. Without a word, she slipped the chemise off one shoulder and shrugged the cloth aside, turning and glancing coyly over it. Then she turned her back and let the fabric fall away. Holding it over her breasts, she shifted her hips.
Cameron groaned. “Ye are killing me, lass.”
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, then let the fabric slip down to drape around her hips. “Shall I turn around?”
“God’s teeth, I dinna ken. I like the view of your full, sweet arse so much, I canna choose.”
He reached for her but she twisted away and turned toface him, then dropped the last of her clothing. Standing before him completely nude, her arms at her side, she felt powerful and liberated, the hunger in his gaze matched by the longing in her heart to hold this man to her for the rest of her life. “Can ye decide now?”
Cameron shook his head. “No’ yet. Turn for me, Mary. Let me admire ye some more.”
She rose up on her toes and pirouetted, flinging her arms over her head, her hair flying, then letting her hands drop to cradle the back of her neck before she turned to face him yet again.
Cameron’s lips parted and he licked them. His erection, already massive when she stripped him, grew and purpled before her gaze.
In response, she arched her back even more and took a step back toward the bed. “Have ye no’ decided yet? Perhaps ye need to touch, no’ just look.” She lowered her arms and kept going until she felt the bed behind her, then sat and leaned back, letting her thighs fall open.
Cameron groaned and stumbled forward, landing on his knees before her. He took one foot in hand and kissed it, then stroked her arch with his tongue before he nibbled on each toe. Then he kissed his way up her calf and trailed his tongue around her knee.
Mary lay back, enjoying the sensations spiraling from her foot and leg. Cameron’s tongue did magical things there. When he moved higher, trailing his tongue up the inside of her thigh, fire ignited and spread throughout her body.
Cam tucked her legs over his shoulders and parted her intimate curls with a finger. “So beautiful and so sweet. Mary, my love, I must taste ye.”
His touch sent her flying. She thought she should be embarrassed by his regard, but he made her want him so, she didn’t mind. He could do with her whatever he wished, as long as the sensations he gave her kept growing stronger and more delicious. When his lips followed his finger, Mary bucked, seeking more. Then he stroked her with his tongue, and Mary came apart, gasping and crying out his name.
Cameron had never hada partner as responsive as his Mary.His love.She delighted him with her spirit, humbled him with her strength, and enchanted him with her lush body and her teasing. As she’d undressed, he couldn’t believe her new confidence as she displayed herself for his pleasure, or how much he wanted her. He had gone from erect to hard as a steel shaft when she gave him one glance over her shoulder and a saucy twitch of her hips. It had been all he could do to stay still and let her enjoy seducing him.
And seduce him, she had. He’d never been so beguiled by a lass in his life. Once he felt her flying to her crest and floating down the other side, he stood and leaned over her, kissing and licking his way up her body, enjoying every taste, every scent he encountered. Her nipples, like ripe berries, begged to be plucked and tasted, savored and suckled. She writhed beneath his mouth, her thighs caressing his hardness until he couldn’t take any more. He had to be inside her.
He stretched out on the bed and pulled her up alongside him, then moved over her and brought herhand to his cock. “Do ye feel how much ye make me want ye?” he teased. She stroked him and smiled, nearly making him come when she licked her lips. He pulled away and lowered himself to her thighs.
She parted them. “Take me, husband. I need ye inside me. Now.”
He wanted to take her slowly, inch by inch, but as soon as his moist tip encountered her liquid heat, he couldn’t hold himself back. He drove into her with a groan he felt to his balls, then pulled back and did it again. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he forced himself to slow into a pace that would pleasure her while extending his endurance. But when she reached down and skimmed his buttocks with her palms, then squeezed them, he was lost. He came with a roar, driving into her and gathering her into his arms as tightly as he could while his body pulsed and shook with the ecstasy she’d given him. “My God, Mary, my love…” He rocked her, easing up to let her breathe, then rolled to the side, still within her, and rocked them some more.
“That was…”
Her words cut off as he covered her mouth with his and kissed her as if the only air he could live on came from her. Still deep in her body, his cock sprang back to life. “I need ye so, Mary, my love. Ye canna ken.”
She clenched around him and chuckled. “I think I have some idea, my love. My husband.”
Taking that for permission, he rolled to his back, keeping her impaled on him, then lifted and lowered her. She responded and he let her set the pace, enjoying the bob and sway of her breasts above him. He pushed up and took one sweet peak in his mouth, making her cry outand clench even more tightly around him until he felt the pulses of her climax. He licked and suckled while she calmed, then drove into her. When his own climax hit, he arched up calling her name. Holding him tightly to her, she wrapped her arms around his neck while he rode his release. He’d never felt so wanted, so needed, or so powerful. He’d searched for a long time, never knowing someone like Mary waited for him. But he’d found her and he would never let her go.
Chapter 20
After such a long time away, visiting Brodie, Mary was of two minds about returning to Rose, though she had talked Cameron out of going directly to Sutherland first. On the one hand, she missed the people and her father, but on the other, she needed to see all was well there, or as well as could be, given there were Grants in the dungeon. Seona’s pregnancy would be further advanced by now. Somehow, Mary was certain, the girl would use it to wheedle privileges from her husband that she didn’t deserve.
They’d heard nothing from her father, but that didn’t surprise her. He had to be unhappy with the way she and Cameron had simply left. But Mary had written to him, a letter each week, telling him their news. The last advised him when to expect them home.
