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He chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “Ye deserve to be treated this way every day, lass.”

Something stabbed her in the chest. No one had ever told her that. Sìneag may be exactly right. Aulay may be the one man meant for her. A man born in another time.

* * *

Jenny woke up in the middle of the night, pressed up against Aulay’s hot, hard back, his firm butt against her crotch. She had fallen asleep after the bath, exhausted from the eventful day.

Aulay’s back was like a warm rock, his skin under her palms smooth and silky, save for the wound she had stitched a couple of days ago. He slept, his ribs rising and falling evenly as he breathed. Jenny felt clean and calm and cared for. She took a deep breath, inhaling Aulay’s masculine scent. The room was quiet and dark, the night sky visible through the slit window. The air still smelled like soap and herbs from the bath. The linen sheets were smooth against her skin.

She ran her palm down Aulay’s broad, muscular chest and over his stomach. He had such a nice, hard stomach. She reached the apex of his thighs and the hair surrounding his cock. Her nipples hardened as she thought of his length and his size that she’d seen last night before going to bed. Biting her lip, her breath accelerating, she lowered her hand and laid it on his cock. It was thick and velvety, and as she circled it with her palm, it twitched and hardened.

“Lass…” came Aulay’s rumbling voice. “What are ye playing at?”

She chuckled and planted a kiss against his back. She didn’t recognize herself. Who was this horny woman initiating sex with a man who wasn’t her husband or boyfriend…who was her captor?

“Sorry I woke you up,” she murmured. “I don’t know what I’m playing at. Do you like it?”

She started moving her hand up and down his erection, and the growl that came out of his chest reverberated through her whole body.

“Ye can wake me up for this anytime,” he said, his voice husky. “Och, lass…”

She loved hearing the sound of pleasure in his voice. She wanted to give him more of it, like he had given her last night. He was getting harder and harder in her palm, his cock a smooth, velvety rock. He sucked in air as she sped up and started kissing his back. Such a big back, an ocean of corded muscles moving and straining as he arched his spine.

Then he spun around and pushed her onto her back and towered over her, his arms on the mattress on either side of her head.

“Vixen…” he murmured, looking her over like she was a delicious snack, setting her insides on fire. “God’s blood, I’m aching for ye. I must have ye.”

Her breath came out raggedly… This would be the first man she’d sleep with after Tom.

“’Tis the first time for me since Leitis…” he said, echoing her thoughts.

Something squeezed in her chest, and she was lost for words. Instead, as an answer, she pulled him closer to her. “I’m aching all over for you, too,” she managed.

He positioned himself against her entrance and massaged her sex with his hard cock. She arched her back, her fingers curling around the sheets as sweet pleasure spilled through her. How would he fit into her? She hoped she hadn’t grown back together like a virgin.

Then he pushed into her, invading her space like a conqueror, like a king claiming new land. The deep, primal part of her rejoiced at the invasion, and as he stretched her to the limit, she gasped. He was on top of her, his weight pleasant. He pulled her undertunic up and exposed her breasts.

“Hmm,” he murmured, cupping one and circling his thumb around her nipple. “So full. So bonnie.”

He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked as he began moving in and out of her.

“Ah!” she cried out at the intense sweetness that burst through her body, and all thoughts evaporated from her head.

“Look at me, lass,” he said, and she opened her eyes, meeting his dark, intense gaze. “I want to see yer face as ye come around my cock.”

But it was more than that. As his thrusts grew stronger and faster, she couldn’t look away. There was more than just lust that connected them. Something intense and wonderful and deep. A shared pain, she knew. A part of her soul was, perhaps, in him.

Her pleasure intensified as he angled himself so that his thrusts massaged her clitoris, and she shuddered, opening up to him. Never before had she felt this with anyone.

And then he sent her over the edge, and she was falling, falling, falling apart into a million pieces. He bucked and grunted like a pained wolf, and he was coming, too. She felt the jerks of his erection inside her.

And as she melted away in his arms like wax, she knew there was one problem. She didn’t belong to this time. She wanted a baby, and the only way to have that baby was back in her time. Eight days.

And yet, for the first time, she didn’t want to think about that appointment, about her ten eggs that were left, about her clinic and her empty apartment.

For the first time in her adult life, in Aulay’s arms, she didn’t feel the ache in her chest because she didn’t have a child of her own.

It was new and beautiful…