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“I…this is a mistake,” she said. It sounded like a lie even to herself.
“No, we…och lass…we need time together. Doona ye think so, my own sweet heart.”
She felt a schoolgirl blush heat up her cheeks as she lowered her gaze. It was just what she wanted. She wanted his arms around her and his lips on hers. She said, “I’m not sure.”
“Then when we get to our cottage if ye want to leave, I will immediately escort ye home.”
Magic words. “Our cottage?” she asked, eyeing him. He was purposely being sentimental to tempt her further.
“Aye,” he said. “I have been fighting this. Och lass! I canna tell ye how much I have been fighting this…but no more. Aye then, our cottage.”
They arrived. He held her close as he helped her to dismount and whispered, “I best be taking the horses to the back paddock. Go in, love and I’ll be with ye in but a moment.”
Oh Holy Sweet Moly. How she loved his voice. She knew exactly what she was doing. She went into the cottage and found the lantern, lit it, and put it on the table. When she turned, he was walking straight for her. He was hard and fast and hungry.
They came together like a gentle eruption on a sweet warm summer night; full with its scents and full with emotion. This time she was the one who initiated the kiss. She couldn’t wait to touch his mouth with hers as she parted his sensuous lips and teased his tongue with a dance she knew was all their own.
His body shook with passion. His mouth devoured hers and she heard him groan with pleasure as their one kiss multiplied into many. She felt like a savage.
She couldn’t wait to get her clothes off and her inner witch was itching to sparkle them off with magic. She managed to throw off her riding jacket and helped him to get his off as he undid the buttons of her blouse.
“Ye take m’breath away, lass, do ye know that? Men say it all the time, but this, this is what it means.” His lips were on hers again.
She didn’t know how the rest of her clothes came off, or how he had lowered her to his riding coat resting on the hearth rug, but that was where she found herself. She looked up into his blue eyes.
He was tender and full of affection and gentleness as he nibbled at her ear and neck. He worked his way down to her breasts which he fondled with both hands, moaning before he suckled there.
She arched her back as her arousal heightened and she softly said his name. He stopped suddenly and looked at her. “Exerilla, I love it when ye say m’name. Say it again, and again.”
She did as he asked, and all the while his lips traveled over her belly. His hands found their way under her bare rump and he lifted her as his chin parted her hot thighs. He started there at her cleft and he sounded feral when he told her, “Wet and delicious, lass…”
He worked her as she had never been worked before. His tongue, his teeth, his finger all found her pleasure point and brought her to a climax that threatened to free her witch.
She was sure for a moment an explosion of white light had been emitted from her body. When she opened her eyes she found him straddling her, his huge hard shaft was dancing with eager readiness. All she could think was…now…more, right now.
“Hungry little wench, m’darlin lass,” he murmured as he got into position with his rod and whispered her name. “Exerilla…ye were made for me. Do ye feel what I feel?”
“I don’t know what you feel, but this feels right,” was all she could offer him. They had now. That was all she would have with him was now. In a few months, she would return to her time, and he would be stuck back here in his.
The thought made her desperate. His kisses blazed a path over her body. She was on fire for him and she wanted him inside of her, pumping away, making her all his. She was headed for heartache, because she knew this was it. This was the one.
Her rump once again in his hands; he raised her up and thrust harder and faster and sent her into a world of sensation. She pumped against him while hearing the low throttled growls of pleasure come from deep in his throat. She was emboldened to meet him thrust for thrust.
All at once, he stopped and pulled out. His words were edged with feeling and passion. “This way, lass.” He rolled her over and lifted her up so that she was on her hands and knees. Her rump was against his hard cock as he thrust into her again, until she exploded with the onslaught.
He didn’t stop. He was like a wild man as he yelled out her name, lunging into her. He was giving so much more than he took, as his hands fondled her back into passion once more. All at once, they climaxed together and sank onto the hearth rug in one another’s arms.
No one spoke for a moment until he said, “Did ye feel that, lass? Did ye feel that white lightning between us?”
“Yes,” she said and decided to leave it at that.
“I’ve never felt this way before,” he added and reached over to fondle her breast. “I doona want to let ye go. I want to take ye home with me and keep ye as m’own.”
She laughed. “I’m not a wind up toy.”
“Wind up toy?” He shook his head. “Ye say strange things, Exerilla Radley. I still claim ye as m’own. There be naught ye can do aboot it, but enjoy.”
“Ha! There will be no claiming, here. I am my own woman,” she said and eyed him a warning.
