Page 64 of Hold Fast

“So I’ll come with you,” she said, kissing his cheek.

He dragged his mouth to hers, his lips never leaving hers as he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that she sprawled over top of him. She pushed against his chest and rose upright, sitting tall, his cock nestled against her folds, her knees squeezing his ribs.

She’d never been on top of a man like this. Malcolm Cameron had certainly never given her the position of dominance. She looked down at Ewan, at his rumpled hair in the tangled bedding, his mouth slack and his eyes intense as he met her gaze.

“I want ye to feel so good that ye forget about ever feeling anything else, Una.”

Experimentally, Una rocked her hips, and the head of his cock rubbed against her over-sensitive pearl. She gasped.

“Aye,” he said, nodding, before threading a hand into her hair and pulling her down to his chest. She went willingly, loving the way his other arm banded around her back and held her close. She kissed him until she was breathless and writhing, her hips circling hungrily. She pushed up tall again, her palms on his chest as she ground against his length. They both stifled groans.

She rocked back and forth, over and over, the friction of his length sliding against her pearl was almost more than she could bear but, at the same time, felt so good, so decadent, that she didn’t ever want to stop.

He offered his hands and she placed hers atop them, palm to palm, their fingers locking together. She used them for leverage and rocked against him harder. This time, her climax took her by surprise, rushing through her body with the suddenness of a burst dam. She clapped a hand over her mouth to cover the sound of her shriek as her body shook and her toes curled.

In an instant, Ewan lifted her by her hips, setting her back on his thighs far enough that he could wrap his hand around his cock, working it in frenzied strokes. He locked eyes with her, and he groaned low in his throat as the hot splatter of his seed burst forth and painted her belly.

Una panted, eyes wide, unable to look away from the sight of his cock emptying in ropes against her. He collapsed back, his chest heaving, his cock slapping against his own stomach as he flung his hand away.

Spent. That was what they called it. She understood why now.

Ewan drew her gently down, rolling them to their sides, face to face, and pulled her close against him. They stayed like that for a long time, until their breathing slowed and Ewan’s cock softened against her hip.

It might have been minutes, it might have been an hour later when Ewan rose and went to the washbasin, wetting a cloth and returning to the bed. He cleaned his seed from her belly with gentle, thorough strokes,before using the cloth on himself. He tossed the rag into the corner and climbed back into bed, pulling her against him, her body half covering his with her head on his chest.

Una felt his body cool down against hers, tracing his lines and contours with a single finger. His solid chest. The hard yet undefined belly. The sharp line above his hips. She sifted her fingers through the damp waves tangling around his head. He kissed her softly.

He drew in a breath so large that her head rose with his ribs. “Are you well, Una? Truly? You…” He paused. Swallowed. Shook his head. “You didnae think of him?”

From someone else, in another context, the question might have reeked of jealousy. But Una recognized it for what it was. Deep, consuming worry. Ewan was back to himself, the distraction of his own need dissipated enough that his worry, his anxiety, could rise to the top of his brain once more.

She rested her hand over his heart, feeling the steady tattoo beneath her palm.

“’Tis strange,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I thought for certain that I wouldnae like… to be touched. That I wouldnae everwantto be touched again.”

Ewan didn’t say anything. He let the silence breathe.

“But there was nae a single moment tonight when I didnae want you to touch me, when I forgot that it was you, when I didnae think you would take care of me.”

He kissed the top of her head, holding his lips there for another deep breath.

“You honor me, Una. With your trust. With your body. I dinnae take either for granted.”

The fire crackled, and though the room was chilly, she was warm in Ewan’s arms. He yawned and her own mouth stretched wide in response, the yawn overtaking her before she could stop it. With one hand, Ewan drew the covers over top of them, tucking them carefully around her.

“Sleep, Una. I’ll see you back to your chamber before the keep wakes.”

She allowed the smile this time, her grin spreading into another yawn. She sighed and relaxed against him again, letting sleep take her.

As she hovered in the misty space between sleep and waking, just before drifting into dreaming, she heard him whisper, “Hold fast, mo cridhe. You’re stuck with me now.”

CHAPTER25

Through the crack in the window coverings, Ewan watched as the sky lightened, the deep, inky black of night fading to the dusty pink of dawn. Una’s head rested heavily on his chest, her body curled into his. He tucked her closer against his side and traced lazy swirls up and down her naked back under the covers.

“Una,” he said quietly, lifting his head to kiss her hair.

“Go back to sleep,” she said grumpily, burrowing closer against him.