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all the way, then gasped at the rush of pleasure when he thrust inside her again.
“ Mo leannain , did I hurt ye again? ” he asked.
She felt too much to speak, so she answered him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into another deep kiss.
His hand slid up her side and cupped her breast. When he rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, bright sparks of pleasure shot through her. He was moving inside her, setting off sensations that were so intense she could hardly bear it.
Murmuring words in Gaelic to her, he kissed the side of her face, her hair, her throat. Then his tongue was in her ear, and she never would have guessed that would feel so enticing.
All the while, he continued moving inside her, sliding in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. Tension built inside her until she thought she might burst. Her skin felt too tight.
“ Lock your legs around me, ” he said in a strained voice.
When she did, he groaned as he slid deeper inside her.
“ Mo r ù in , I cannot go slowly much longer. ”
He was trying to go slow? She dug her nails into his arms.
“ Please. I want … I want …” She could not form words for what she wanted.
But then he began moving faster, and all thought fled as her entire being was caught up in the movement of their bodies and the overwhelming sensations flooding through her. As his body rocked against hers, she held on to him with all her strength and met his thrusts, urging him harder, faster.
“ Lily, ” he said, holding her face between his hands.
Their eyes locked as he thrust deep inside her. Her body clutched around his, and she cried out his name as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
Before she could catch her breath, he called her name again as he surged inside her, and she went over the edge with him.
***
Roderick lay awake watching the dark night clouds blowing across a blacker sky and wondering what in the hell had happened to him when they made love. He felt stunned, as if he had been struck in the head or something. He thought that surely the feeling would ease if they made love a second time. Yet he had felt just as stunned the second time. And the third.
She had only let a man take her to bed once before. Why did she choose him? Was it merely to satisfy her curiosity? Because she believed he would do a better job of it than the weak, fat-bellied merchants she knew in London?
He was still awake when the sky turned from black to gray, signaling the coming dawn. An opaque mist lay over the shore, obliterating their surroundings and making it seem as if there was no one but him and Lily in the world. He looked at her face as she slept in his arms, and his heart tripped a beat.
The utterly foolish idea of asking her to wed him flitted across his mind.
With his finger, he brushed a wild strand of flaming red hair from her cheek. She looked deceptively fragile, but she had such a strong spirit. He felt an overwhelming desire to protect her. Just because he succeeded in satisfying her in bed did not mean she wanted anything more from him.
How could he have let this wee elf of a lass, an English lass at that, grab hold of his heart?
Ach , last night was a mistake for so many reasons.
Before last night, he could have been content with a local lass from Skye who would count herself lucky to live near her kin and be satisfied with a strong husband who could protect her. Hoping for something more from a wife was a mistake. His first marriage should have taught him that.
As he watched Lily ’ s eyelids flutter and her chest rise and fall with her shallow breathing in that dreamlike state between sleep and full wakefulness, he imagined watching her wake each morning. Before last night, he had not thought beyond delivering her to his clan. Now he was imagining a future he knew he could not have. And one she surely did not want.
His wife had found the isolation of the Isle of Skye unbearable, after growing up in the town of Inverness. How
“ Mo leannain , did I hurt ye again? ” he asked.
She felt too much to speak, so she answered him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into another deep kiss.
His hand slid up her side and cupped her breast. When he rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, bright sparks of pleasure shot through her. He was moving inside her, setting off sensations that were so intense she could hardly bear it.
Murmuring words in Gaelic to her, he kissed the side of her face, her hair, her throat. Then his tongue was in her ear, and she never would have guessed that would feel so enticing.
All the while, he continued moving inside her, sliding in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. Tension built inside her until she thought she might burst. Her skin felt too tight.
“ Lock your legs around me, ” he said in a strained voice.
When she did, he groaned as he slid deeper inside her.
“ Mo r ù in , I cannot go slowly much longer. ”
He was trying to go slow? She dug her nails into his arms.
“ Please. I want … I want …” She could not form words for what she wanted.
But then he began moving faster, and all thought fled as her entire being was caught up in the movement of their bodies and the overwhelming sensations flooding through her. As his body rocked against hers, she held on to him with all her strength and met his thrusts, urging him harder, faster.
“ Lily, ” he said, holding her face between his hands.
Their eyes locked as he thrust deep inside her. Her body clutched around his, and she cried out his name as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
Before she could catch her breath, he called her name again as he surged inside her, and she went over the edge with him.
***
Roderick lay awake watching the dark night clouds blowing across a blacker sky and wondering what in the hell had happened to him when they made love. He felt stunned, as if he had been struck in the head or something. He thought that surely the feeling would ease if they made love a second time. Yet he had felt just as stunned the second time. And the third.
She had only let a man take her to bed once before. Why did she choose him? Was it merely to satisfy her curiosity? Because she believed he would do a better job of it than the weak, fat-bellied merchants she knew in London?
He was still awake when the sky turned from black to gray, signaling the coming dawn. An opaque mist lay over the shore, obliterating their surroundings and making it seem as if there was no one but him and Lily in the world. He looked at her face as she slept in his arms, and his heart tripped a beat.
The utterly foolish idea of asking her to wed him flitted across his mind.
With his finger, he brushed a wild strand of flaming red hair from her cheek. She looked deceptively fragile, but she had such a strong spirit. He felt an overwhelming desire to protect her. Just because he succeeded in satisfying her in bed did not mean she wanted anything more from him.
How could he have let this wee elf of a lass, an English lass at that, grab hold of his heart?
Ach , last night was a mistake for so many reasons.
Before last night, he could have been content with a local lass from Skye who would count herself lucky to live near her kin and be satisfied with a strong husband who could protect her. Hoping for something more from a wife was a mistake. His first marriage should have taught him that.
As he watched Lily ’ s eyelids flutter and her chest rise and fall with her shallow breathing in that dreamlike state between sleep and full wakefulness, he imagined watching her wake each morning. Before last night, he had not thought beyond delivering her to his clan. Now he was imagining a future he knew he could not have. And one she surely did not want.
His wife had found the isolation of the Isle of Skye unbearable, after growing up in the town of Inverness. How
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