He wanted to live the rest of his life inside Adaira. To be touching her, kissing her, holding her.
Sawny held her head in place, fixed so she faced him. Adaira closed her eyes at the rhythm of his movement.
“Nay, my love. Open your eyes. Watch me as I take ye.”
Her eyes peeked open, narrow but focused on him. He could see the green glint under her eyelashes.
“That’s it, my lass.” His hips thrust again, sliding in deep. Her eyes crinkled at the corners, ready to close again. “Keep your eyes open. Watch me as I enjoy ye. As I love ye. Never take your gaze off me.”
Another shuddering slide in and out of her warm, gripping sheath. Her abundant breasts jiggled with each thrust, and though his attention wanted to linger on her entire body, his gaze remained riveted on her.
He would watch as she found her heights. He had worked too hard and suffered too much to ever miss seeing her face when he brought her ecstasy.
And he wanted his face impressed upon her, to have her watch when his moment arrived and he poured all of himself into her.
Adaira’s hand caressed up his shoulder to his hair, twining her fingers into his dark locks as he gripped hers. Her fingertips sent a rush of tingling through his body, and he felt that familiar building sensation deep in his groin.
Her breaths quickened, and he waited on quivering arms until her gasps and writhing reached their point. When she opened her mouth wide to cry out her pleasure, he captured her lips with his, keeping his eyes open to gaze at her as he took in all she had to offer as she reached her height.
She clung to him as her body rocked under his, which only added to the fire of his passion. Her sheath gripped him hard as her hips lifted, and he was close, so close. . .
He tore his lips from hers. “Keep your eyes open. Dinna take your eyes off me,” he demanded in his raspy voice, made more haggard by his momentum building, driving through his ballocks and cock.
Her eyes darkened with satisfaction as her fingertip moved from his hair to trail along the edge of his ear.
“Och, lass . . .” He gasped as his hips moved wildly, taking on a force of their own.
He dropped his chin and her finger caressed the line of his jaw until it pressed against his chin to lift his face.
“Dinna drop your eyes, my love,” she commanded.
She was now in charge. He might be the one riding her, but now that she had found her pleasure, she would demand everything of him until he lost himself in her.
“Look at me while ye build. Look at me when ye release. Dinna close your eyes.”
Her demand, the mirror to his, drove him into a frenzy until his ballocks flexed. He reached his zenith and spasmed with a guttural groan.
But he kept his eyes open, staring at her as his essence poured from him in an explosive rush.
Panting, his arms bent, dropping him against her chest. Adaira took advantage of his shift in position and kissed his sweat-dampened lips, capturing his panting as he had caught her moans. He clenched once more, distributing his last ounces inside her before the frenzy of his hips finally stilled.
Then he remained between her smooth thighs, panting and kissing and letting himself relish this moment that had been too long denied.
They would be denied no longer.
“I love ye, Adaira,” he said, his rough voice carrying on the night air.
“I love ye, my Sawny,” she answered, tugging his arm around her tightly, neither of them ready to separate from each other.
Her fingertips stroked his chest, tickling the fine hairs that grew in a narrow patch between his chest muscles. Lingering with Adaira was a blessing. Until they were wed, their interludes, though fervent, had to be also hidden and hasty. Dallying with Adaira in his arms was another joy he had never believed he would have.
His skin tingled as her fingers slid down his waist to his scar.
It was time.
This was a story he would have to tell over and over, and she had accepted much from him this day without any information or details regarding his absence or sudden return.
She deserved to know the events that had presently led to their marriage and his company in her bed. She had been more than patient with him.
