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as she panted, almost in a panic, sucking in air she couldn’t get enough of. The way she could ne’er get enough of the man caressing her insides with his velvet sheathed hardness sliding in and out. She groaned as his mouth found her breast, drawing her deep into his mouth—tongue teeth and lips robbing her senses as once more he took back control. “Ach, Jamie, lad,” she moaned, “dinnae stop, dinnae stop…”
    If Jamie ever had a vision of where heaven could be found, he must have followed that notion into her arms. Perfect, Eve was perfect. They fit together like hand in glove, made for each other. Above him, Eve’s face wore an expression of awe as if that moment of wonder was right there within her grasp. His body burned, shaking with need and determination that she wouldn’t take that leap without him and suited the flex of his hips to the race they were running.
    Sweat coated their bodies, his, hers, who could tell? The chamber echoed with the slap of skin against skin, the sound of each thrust cleaving a pathway to a personal paradise, until finally Eve clenched around him and he let a yell of release rip frae his throat.
    Had it ever been this perfect before?
    He had his doubts that the air above the Lynn ever quivered with such euphoria as he felt here in this stone chamber, listening to the wind whistle past the deerskins covering narrow slits in the wall. Eve had collapsed atop him, moaning and squeezing his prick with her insides as if she couldn’t bear to let go. His head buzzed with the noise of his blood pounding at his temples and he lay abed simply holding her until the room stopped spinning and sense began to seep back into his brain.
    She was his miracle; there would ne’er be another like her. Eve had saved him from the ruins of his life.
    Aye, holding Eve in his arms felt like an act of God, but if he didnae want it to disappear into a tug-o-war between Chieftains he would have to act quickly. His father and the others would have to be warned, but there was something he had to accomplish first.
    He rolled onto his side taking Eve with him. Her body felt lax and sated; as had his own until his brain began working and sense prevailed. He pushed her red curls back frae her face, wondering how he had ever have compared her to Brodwyn. In their months apart, thoughts of Eve made him burn with want and need, his whole being aflame frae the loss of his hand-fasted wife. Whereas, Jamie realised, his memories of Brodwyn had filled him up with anger as cold and hard as the ice forming around Cragenlaw.
    “Listen to me, lass. Much as I’d like to lie abed with ye all day long, we have to prepare for yer father’s eventual arrival. Are ye fit to get up and get dressed?”
    “I am if there is anything for me to wear,” Eve said, pushing up on her elbow to look at him, her eyes bright, gleaming in the light frae the fire, as if she hadnae been at death’s door when he joined her in the big bed.
    Aye, this was the lass he remembered, brimming with mischief, without a fearful bone in her slim body. Merely staring at her made him want to take her again. His heart raced and his cock stirred until the notion was thwarted with a kick frae inside the belly pressed against him, as if to remind him there were more than just the two of them to consider. “I believe my sister Iseabel has spread your garments near the fire to dry. She and Kathryn Comlyn undressed ye and tried to get ye warm. They had almost gi’en up on ye till I arrived and they discovered who it was we had found in a snowdrift. I told Iseabel about us being hand-fasted, and it was she who suggested the best way to warm ye…” He paused for a moment, unwilling to throw a bone of contention into the loving atmosphere they had created, but it had to be said. “Did you realise how dangerous was riding out into the cauld and snow for both you and the bairn?”
    “Nae more dangerous than biding where I was.” She pushed the covers down,