Amanda looked into his bright-green eyes and knew the truth of his words. She trusted him, and smiled at him warmly, then said in a trembling voice, “Show me, Hamish.”
He needed no further bidding, but bent his head and swept his tongue through her womanly folds from front to back, loving the intoxicating smell and taste of her. He felt Amanda’s hips buck underneath him as she reacted instinctively to the touch of his mouth.
When he closed his lips over her clitoris and began to suckle and scrape it gently with his teeth as he had done to her nipple, Amanda thought she might die of pleasure. She felt his fingers entering her, pushing gently in and out, stretching her in readiness for the entry of another part of his body.
She wanted to cry out, but some sensible part of her intruded into the haze of pleasure in which she found herself, and she clamped her mouth shut lest anyone outside the tent heard her frantic yell of pleasure.
Every part of her was now throbbing and tingling with a kind of delight that she could never have put into words; it was as though her whole body was singing. As she looked at the magnificent masculine body that was responsible for her pleasure, a current of pure desire shot through Amanda. She wanted to tear off his kilt and see what it was hiding; she knew it would be something magnificent.
Amanda thrust her fingers into Hamish’s thick golden hair, and he looked up at her, seeing the desperate need on her face. He raised himself onto his knees then kissed her and raised hiskilt so that she could see his shaft, which was inches away from her face.
“Touch me, Amanda,” he ordered huskily.
Amanda tentatively put her hand out to grasp his member that was pointing at her. She was familiar with the male member, of course, but she had never had a reason to touch one in its aroused state, and she was amazed at the velvet-soft skin that slid over the hardness underneath.
She grasped it tighter, then pushed forward and pulled back, fascinated by the feel of it. Amanda’s heart was beating a wild tattoo as she saw Hamish throw his head back and let out a long moan.
“Am I hurting you?” she asked anxiously.
“No,” Hamish replied as he lowered his eyes and smiled at her. “Quite the opposite. I love what you’re doing, but if you carry on doing that, I won’t be able to satisfy you. Are you ready for me, Amanda?”
His voice was breathy and tantalising, and the scent of his aroused male body was making her dizzy with desire.
“Yes, I think I am,” she whispered eagerly.
He let out a sigh of relief, then placed himself at her entrance and pushed gently inside.
Amanda tensed as she felt him inside her, slowly stretching her until, suddenly, she felt a bolt of sharp pain. She gasped, but it was over almost as soon as it had begun, and was replaced by a feeling of satisfying fullness. Hamish was inside her, part of her; they were one at last.
He began to thrust, gently at first, then faster and harder, and Amanda raised her hips in time with him until soon they were moving in a rhythm that was as old as time. With every thrust, Amanda was pushed further and further towards the peak of a mountain of pleasure. It began as a tingling at her core,then grew stronger, becoming a delicious sensation that sent waves of throbbing pleasure to every part of her body.
Amanda felt as though she was climbing a mountain, but the peak seemed unreachable at first, yet as Hamish increased his pressure and speed, she felt a sublime wave of ecstasy wash over her. Her body began to shudder, and she threw her head back to scream, but her cry was silenced by the pressure of Hamish’s lips on hers as he stifled her cry with a passionate kiss.
Moments later, Amanda was still shuddering with the aftermath of their glorious lovemaking. She was incredulous that such a wonderful thing could happen between a man and a woman, but then she realised why.
She loved him.
She wanted to give her heart to this big, beautiful man, but not only that; she wanted to fight for him and help him get back what was rightfully his.
Suddenly, the fury at Hamish’s brother’s treachery smote her like a fist, and with it came an iron determination.
Hamish slowly withdrew from inside Amanda and gathered her into his arms, feeling that if the world ended at that moment, leaving only the two of them behind, he would be satisfied. He pulled her tighter and kissed the top of her head.
“Stay with me,” he whispered.
Amanda snuggled closer to him and smiled.
“I would love to,” she breathed.
16
When Amanda opened her eyes the next morning, she gazed straight into Hamish’s bright-green ones, and her heart leapt with happiness. Here she was, lying beside the man she loved, surrounded by warmth and the safety of his embrace. She knew, even without his telling her, that he would always fight for her.
“Good morning, sweet lady,” he whispered. “Did you sleep well?”
“I have never slept better,” she replied. “Did you?”
Hamish brushed his lips against Amanda’s, then ran his hand over her glossy brown hair and cupped her cheek in one of his big hands.
