She bit her lip, obviously holding back a smile. "Dear sir, you are a rogue, a rebel and a scoundrel."
He was unable to hide his smirking grin. "Does that frighten you, m'lady?"
She shook her head and stepped back, opening the door wider, inviting him in. "Nay."
Equal parts relief and need rampaging through him, he entered her room and closed the door. He was tired of talking and thinking too much, tired of analyzing. He but wanted to feel, to touch and taste, to experience Calla once again as he had on that other night, years ago, the best night of his life. Wanting to rush in and clutch her to him, he forced himself to inch forward slowly. He was beyond ready to collect that kiss he'd mentioned, but he didn't want to alarm her.
"We shouldn't because of—"
Rebbie placed a finger over Calla's lips. "Shh." He didn't want to hear one more word about Elena. To him, she was no barrier. He hadn't given his word, so there was no vow broken on his part. He couldn't help what his father had done.
"So soft." Rebbie stroked the pad of his thumb along Calla's lips. Lowering her lashes, she felt herself slide swiftly beneath the spell of his touch and his entrancing gaze.
Sliding his thumb along her cheek, he pressed his lips to hers. He tilted his head and darted his tongue against her lips. She opened willingly, allowing him to do whatever his wicked heart desired, because she craved the same thing. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, devouring her with kisses that took her breath and her thoughts. His masculine taste and scent seduced her, made her wish to have his solid, muscular weight upon her, pressing her into the soft featherbed.
Her body had known his intimately once, and wanted to again.'Twasso easy to do as he said and not talk. Not think. Just feel. For more than six long years she'd dreamed of him making love to her again. And no man had touched her since she'd learned she was with child. Thankfully, Stanbury had left her alone after that. He'd had a mistress and she was glad.
But Rebbie was a man she wouldn't wish to share, if he were hers. And maybe he could be, if only for a few blissful hours.
He pulled some of the pins from her hair, then buried his fingers in it. He placed openmouthed kisses down her neck to her bodice, then stroked his tongue across her cleavage. Tingles spun through her, making her lightheaded. She held on to him, lest she melt into a puddle on the floor. Growling like a man possessed with desire, he tugged at the front lacings of her dress, loosening her bodice, and nuzzled beneath her clothing.
"Saints, Calla," he hissed.
When his hot tongue stroked across her nipple, arousal spiked through her. She gasped, drawing him closer. "Oh, Rebbie," she breathed.
"Mmm." His rough moan fired her blood even more. He lifted her and placed her upon the bed.
Holding her breath, she watched as he threw off his kilt and shirt. With shaky hands, she attempted to loosen her own. He pushed her hands away and took over the task. Her heart galloped with anticipation. Within seconds, he lay naked beside her on the soft mattress and brushed his lips along her throat, placed sweet kisses there. Oh, good heavens! She could scarce breathe, taking in his dark, masculine beauty. Was this real, or one of her dreams? His arms around her, he drew her close against his hard, aroused body.
"You feel so… amazing," she whispered, relishing every inch of his hot skin, every hard plane and bulge of muscle that burned into her breasts and belly. She stroked her hand down his back, realizing he was more muscular than he had been years ago.
"Och. Not as amazing as you." Inhaling against her skin, he flicked his tongue against her nipple.
Tingles covering her, she buried her hands in his silken midnight hair, urging him to do what he would. He swirled his tongue around one beaded nipple, then suckled at it. Strong pleasure and need speared her, forcing her to arch her back.
"Aye," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed him. Even though she had only known him for one night, hisbairnhad grown in her belly for nine months.'Twasonly natural that she would miss him. Some part of him touched her on a soul-deep and instinctive level.
He pressed his hard shaft tight against her thigh, making her crave him with an unbearable intensity. She moved her leg, rubbing against the heat of his erection.
Moaning, he trailed his hand down along her hip. Abruptly, he rose over her and pushed her thighs apart. Sitting between, he ran his dark gaze down over her and blew out a harsh breath, then looked into her eyes. "You are the loveliest sight I have yet beheld."
She reached for him. Stroking his scorching, hard body all along hers, he stretched out over her and devoured her lips. She pressed her body tight against him, loving the way the course hair of his chest tickled and stimulated her breasts. Running her palms down his strong back, she savored the flexing muscles all the way to his trim hips. That strange, burning-hot arousal, that only he could inspire, consumed her, flooded her with need.
"Take me," she whispered. Aye, she'd waited long enough to have her dream man again.
"Aye. I crave you." His midnight eyes burned into hers as he positioned himself. The tip of his shaft stroked her and he hissed. "You are so wet."
"Only for you," she whispered against his mouth. He was the only man she'd ever wanted to be with. The only man who tempted her and made her want to beg for his wicked delights. The only man who'd ever touched her heart.
With a guttural groan, he drove deep within her and held himself there.
She moaned, savoring the fullness of him within her. As her muscles relaxed, then clutched at him, accepting his size, she pulled him tighter into her arms and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Growling Gaelic words she couldn't understand, he started moving, gently at first, but withdrawing and thrusting with increasing vigor. "So good, Calla," he said between clenched teeth. "So perfect."
"Aye," she breathed.You're mine, Rebbie.But she knew it wasn't so. He could never be hers. Not forever. Not once he knew the truth, and she prayed he never did. Tears burned her eyes, blurred her vision, and slipped from the corners of her eyes into her hair.
He paused. "Am I hurting you?"
