He looked down at my breasts for a long moment. Before I could say anything, he lifted himself and went to stand at the edge of the bed.
“Sorry lass, I canna bear to have clothes on a moment more. I need to feel my skin against yer own.”
Lifting myself up to my elbows, I watched him undress. He removed his kilt with little effort. As the thick fabric fell to the floor, he removed his linen shirt. I felt my cheeks warm. It was the first time in my life I’d seen a naked man.
The definition in his muscular body surprised me. I’d always known he was strong, but feeling his strength and seeing it were two very different things.
“Ye are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
His nose scrunched up as he laughed.
“Doona call me beautiful, lass.”
I smiled and motioned for him to join me on the bed. The space between us felt too vast.
“But ye are. ’Tis the only word that comes to mind. I am in awe of ye. I want ye inside me.”
The noise that escaped his throat was one of pure guttural need. His eyes darkened, and he swallowed as he approached the bed.
“Lass, I already told ye, I mean to take my time with ye. When ye say things like that, ye make it verra difficult for me to hold on to my determination.”
I didn’t want to be bedded by someone restraining his every thought and movement. I wanted our lovemaking to be a mutually-shared moment where each of us could release everything and simply be with the other.
As he neared the bed, I sat up so I could wrap my arms around his neck. Before he could protest or push me away, I pressed my breasts against his chest and slowly kissed his neck. Feeling him melt against me, I unwound one hand and dragged it down the front of his body to touch his hardened manhood.
He gasped and went rigid.
“Morna, lass, please. I beg ye, remove yer hand. Lie back and let me take my time with ye.”
I continued to hold on and gently ran my hand up and down him as he buckled slightly in front of me.
“No, Jerry. I know ye mean to be kind to me, to be gentle, but ’tis not what I want. I doona wish for ye to think about how ye must be or what ye should do. I just want ye to be here with me. Do what ye will. I’ll do the same. Let us freely enjoy one another.”
My words freed him, and I happily opened myself up to him as he crushed himself against me.
Every sensation was new, every touch a discovery. The pain I felt at his entry was nothing compared to the wave of pleasure that washed over me shortly after.
Our first time was rough, fast, and clumsy.
Our second time was slow and sweet.
By the early hours of the morning, I’d lost count of the number of times we sought to discover joys in the other. Each one was perfect in its uniqueness.
My world was now so very different.
I was a woman entirely in love.
Chapter 28
We slept on and off through the night, waking every few hours. We would then visit before making love again. As the sun began to peek through the night sky, we both knew it was time to decide what we must do next. Our night of pretending as if we were the only two people in the world was ending.
“I wish to marry ye, lass. As soon as we can see to it, if ye’ll have me. I want ye as my wife.”
Laying with my head on his chest, I looked up and smiled at him.
“O’course I’ll have ye. Do ye think I would have done everything we just did, if I dinna plan to marry ye?”
He laughed against my hair.
