Page 75 of The Eagle

They came together with desperate need, touching, kissing, and caressing one another. Stuart took her body and in that moment the bond between them felt tangible. Cait cried out when she crested, her body tensing under his. He shuddered moments later, losing himself completely.

They lay there panting, the giddy feeling of two people who’d done something utterly enjoyable.

“I must ask ye something,” Cait said, her voice sounding breathless. “Is this the only way?”

“What do ye mean?” Stuart lifted his head and gave her a curious look.

Cait shrugged. “Beatrice alluded to the fact that there were many ways to make love. I am curious.”

When Stuart grinned, she knew it must be true.

He sat up and then looked at her for a moment as if gauging how to explain it. “Turn over onto yer stomach.”

She did as he instructed, already feeling impatient to know what would happen next. He guided her to her knees and hands and moved to kneel behind her.

“What do ye think?” he asked in a husky voice.

Cait looked over her shoulder. “I am anxious to know what ye will do next.”

Trailing his fingers from the nape of her neck, down her spine, Stuart continued until finding the entrance to her sex. “I will enter ye like this.” He slipped a finger into her and she gasped.

She held her breath waiting to know how it would feel while he positioned himself and then slowly pushed in.

The intrusion was quite different, it was as if he was able to move deeper into her.

He then took her by the hips and began driving into her body over and over. Cait urged him to move faster, her mewls erupting of their own free will. She pushed back to meet his thrusts, enjoying the feel of his member so deep inside her. The sound of their skin slapping together was as erotic as Stuart’s deep grunts.

Cait looked over her shoulder at the muscles of Stuart’s shoulders and upper arms flexing with each movement. He watched where they came together, lips parted.

“Come for me, beauty,” Stuart said slipping his hand from her hips to between her legs. It only took a few strokes against her most sensitive part before she dissolved, feeling as if she splintered into pieces.

“Oh!” Cait cried out her head falling forward onto the bedding. Stuart was unrestrained, his fingers digging into her hips to hold her in place as he plunged in again and again. Cait was lost in the moment, her pliant body controlled by Stuart’s movements.

It was as if he’d lost control. He then turned her so that he could stand beside the bed and continued driving into her.

His breathing was harsh as he continued to take her harder, faster. Cait cried out again, she could not hold onto reality and finally lost control. As everything became dark, stars swirled around her. In the darkness, she heard Stuart’s growl and then felt heated liquid spill into her core.

She allowed the promise of darkness to pull her under as Stuart cradled her against him whispering soft words that were like tender caresses.

The next morning, Cait woke first. Her body felt like liquid and a bit tender in parts. Her legs were wobbly like jelly when she rose to relieve herself and her inner thighs showed light bruising.

The aftereffects of their lovemaking however made her smile. It was a delicious soreness that brought instant memories of what had happened between them.

She studied the slumbering man in the bed. He slept on his stomach, facing her. The dark waves of hair a tousled mess. The strands spread over the side of his face and shoulders. He was a sensual picture with the blankets pulled down showing her just a peek at his bottom. Though the wide expanse of his back was just as enticing. And the fact he was so evenly tanned, made her wonder how much time he spent outdoors devoid of clothing.

She slipped into the bed and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

Stuart’s eyes opened and he smiled at her. “Is it morning already?”

“It is,” Cait replied snuggling against him. “But I plan to sleep a bit more.”

Later that morning when Stuart’s hands slid over her, Cait opened her eyes to find him positioned between her legs. “We cannot possibly…” She stopped talking and took a sharp breath noting how aroused he was.

He made love to her gently. His movements so slow and precise he sent her into a place so glorious, she would never have believed it existed.

When they finished, they lay in each other’s arms until there was a soft knock on the door.

Stuart got up from the bed and wrapped his tartan around himself.