“Aye,” she said, sounding muzzy and breathless. “Good, though.”
“Aye,” he agreed with a smile. “Very good.”
After a bit he moved, flopping onto his back. “Lass, I have to ask ye this.”
“Aye?” She turned her head to look at him with a sated smile.
He rolled towards her and took her hand. “D’ye want to go home, lass? I made some enquires about ships to China?—”
She stiffened. “Do ye want me to go?”
“Fook, nae!” He gripped her hand tighter. “But if it’s what ye want—? I cannae bear ye to be unhappy, lass. Even if it breaks my heart.”
She swallowed and rolled towards him. “Nae, Mac, I dinnae want to go back to China. There is nothing for me there.”
He pulled her close and hugged her, his heart eased.
“Would ye like that food now?”
“Aye.”
They shared the bread, cheese, and wine, still wrapped in the plaid. He was conscious they should be making their way back to Teviothead and the boys, but when they had finished eating, the temptation to slide back under the covers and hold her for just a little longer was too much.
Some kisses and strokes became more, and before he knew it, he was between her legs, licking and suckling her to orgasm.
Then she was riding him, and he lay looking up at her, squeezing a breast and rubbing her to another orgasm with his fingers, delighting in the sight and sounds of her pleasure and the delicious sensation of her cunny squeezing his rigid cock. He was shocked by his own rapid recovery, but too enthralled to question it. Rolling her under him again, he thrust slowly, wanting to savour and take his time this round. Building them both up gradually. Easing off and then building again. With caresses and kisses and strokes deep inside her.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her belly and, positioning a fold of the plaid under her hips, he entered her and pressed her slowly downward until she was sandwiched between him and their straw bedding. Flexing his hips, he drove into her with hard, slow strokes, and she moaned, pushing back. The sheer eroticism of the moment threatened to overwhelm him. She pushed back under him, and he pressed her down with a hard snap of his hips, thrusting deeper, harder. A taking, a possessive owning. She was his and wouldn’t escape him again.
He bit her neck, and she arched it forward for him, submitting to his possession with every sigh of deep pleasure.
“Fook, Aihan, I love ye,” he whispered, pushing deeper again.
“Ah!” she moaned. “I love ye too,” she whispered back, and he smiled. The fire ran down his spine and ignited his balls as he thrust one final time and came with a slowly unravelling joy. As he subsided onto her body, he lay breathing in her scent and absorbing her heat. Contentment in every bone and pore of his body.
As Col rolled off her and drew her into his arms, she sighed with happiness. Burrowing into his embrace, she wrapped her arms round him, realising she never wanted to be anywhere else but here.
He had said he loved her. Did he mean it, or was it the sex talking? She rather thought he meant it. She had meant it. As if reading her thoughts, he stroked her hair and said, “I love ye, Aihan, never doubt it. Ye’ve stolen the heart right out of my chest when I didnae think I had one to be taken. Ye scared the living daylights out of me, running like that. Please don’t do it again. I don’t think my heart can take it.”
She met his deep blue gaze and got lost in that sea of love. This man. This man had so much love to give. She was blessed.
She touched his cheek and pressed her lips to his in a tender kiss. “I love ye, Mac. I’ll not run from ye again, I promise.”
“Good.” He squeezed her tight. “We’d best be going, love; I left the boys at Teviothead.”
“What!” She sat up shocked.
“They insisted on coming too, I coudnae deny them. They love ye, lass.”
Her eyes filled with sudden tears again, and she swallowed. “I love them too.”
He smiled. “I’m glad of that. Then ye’ll nae mind being their mother? They’re in sore need, as ye might have noticed.”
“Aye, I’ve noticed.” She smiled shyly at him, and he pulled her down to kiss her.
A little while later he said. “We really must get out of this bed.”
“Aye.”
