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Chapter Seventeen
Jamie looked into Amelia’s eyes, her cheeks having been reddened by the spiced wine and the fire’s heat. Her mouth was slightly parted in surprise, and it made Jamie want to reach out and grab her to him.
“Forgive me. I know ye have come tae rest for a bit, but I wanted tae come by tae tell ye I am sorry. We didnae think of what our actions would do tae someone. We thought only of ourselves. Forgive me. I was as surprised as anyone that ye kissed me.” He looked down and cleared his throat, his hand returning to its familiar place behind his neck, rubbing out some feeling he couldn’t handle.
“‘Twas not something I expected. I admit I tried tae fluster ye, but I didnae dream ye’d have taken it upon yerself tae do the task. And I was surprised tae see ye staring at me in me bedchamber.”
Amelia hadn’t spoken the whole time during Jamie’s speech. She’d just looked on, shocked at his appearance so soon after her thoughts by the fire, surprised at the words he was saying, not exactly sure how she should respond. She was angry, that she knew. But, to have him be close again, his eyes begging for her forgiveness, his smell surrounding her, his body calling to her, she couldn’t resist it. She knew she would have to give in.
She cleared her throat after a silence, knowing it was her turn to finally speak. “Ah, yes. That was a surprise to me as well.” Normally, she would have looked away at such an admission of her own wantonness, but she kept his gaze, blue locked with green.
Jamie smiled, and then fumbled over his words briefly. “Well, again, I am sorry. I will see ye at the evening meal. Thank ye fer coming with me tae Jessica’s house, and for the idea of the shepherd training. ‘Twas good business.”
Jamie turned to leave, but then he heard a soft sound behind him, barely a whisper. “Wait.”
He paused and then slowly turned around. He hadn’t moved far from the doorway. He was still close enough to hear her quickened breaths from the threshold. He turned to see her blue eyes speaking to him, the message he couldn’t quite read in Jessica’s cabin.
Once he was facing her, she simply said, “Stay.”
Then, Jamie grabbed Amelia to him, his lips covering hers, their bodies perfectly aligning. Amelia responded with a vengeance, her mouth opening to his, allowing his tongue to search hers, and responding in turn. This time, there was something different about the way their mouths moved. There was an urgency in their lips and their touch. Amelia’s hands traveled up Jamie’s biceps and ended around his neck, curling into his hair. Jamie’s hands moved to hold her thin waist and when the passion of the kiss increased even further, he slid down to her backside, cupping it in his hands. He was treated to a groan of pleasure from Amelia, and he kept his grasp there, slowly walking them further into the room. He moved a hand to shut the door behind them. When the door slammed, Amelia broke the kiss to stare into Jamie’s eyes. The only sound in the room was the howling of the snowy wind and the crackling of the fire.
After a pause, she grabbed around his neck and pulled her lips back to hers, her mind a fury of fire and need, knowing this moment was all she wanted to think about. Nothing else mattered except that familiar ache throbbing to attention. To feel Jamie’s lips and hands on her was her only desire.Don’t let stubbornness get in the way of passion.She’d amended Jessica’s words slightly, but it still rang true.
“Och lass, you’re full of fire.” Jamie had pulled away from her lips to kiss down her neck, lingering to nibble on her right ear as she tilted her neck.
“Show me the rest of what you had talked about.” Amelia said breathlessly. Once Amelia spoke, Jamie stopped to look at her. They waited a moment, breathing in rhythm, and Jamie’s eyes were filled with green desire.
“Aye?” he asked. She nodded. She moved them over to the chairs by the fire. Amelia wanted to see him again like she did in his bedchamber and watch the firelight glint off his skin. She undid the buttons of her bodice and removed the skirt. She was left standing in a pool of fabric, with only her corset and petticoat on.
Jamie smiled. “Ah those perfect breasts. I finally get tae taste them.”
Amelia breathed in slowly, her ache growing and pulsating. Jamie went to help unlace her at the back, his fingers moving too slowly for Amelia’s liking. She knew he was doing it to tease her, agonizingly making the fire in her core burn hotter. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck, and she instinctively tilted to invite him to her neck. He chuckled and followed orders, kissing her from her ear and licking the dip between shoulder and neck.
Soon, the corset was undone, and Jamie threw it to the side. Her back was still to him, and he held her bare arms. She turned around, her breasts open to his view, and his breath caught.
“Lass, yer bonnier than I ever expected. ‘Tis like an angel.” He took a large breast in his hand, eliciting a moan from Amelia’s parted lips, her surprise at the unexpected pleasure obvious. He held the other breast in his other hand, and he rubbed over the two pink nipples with his thumbs, staring into her eyes.
Then, he guided her to the bed, where she laid down, and pulled off her petticoat and undergarments. She was lying totally naked and open to his lustful gaze which swept from her face to her feet, drinking in the sight of her laying naked in the firelight, her hair spreading out like a fan underneath her head.
He laid next to her, moving his hand from her breasts to her stomach.
“I want to see you,” Amelia said, her voice thick with need. She reached up to rub her hand along his shoulder and back, feeling the muscles moving underneath.
“Not yet, lass. Let me give ye pleasure first. I have taken enough of me own.”
He took a full breast into his mouth, licking, sucking and pulling, while his hand kneaded the other. Amelia opened her eyes wide at the wicked pleasure it gave her, making her feel tingly, warm, and suddenly a wetness pooled at her center, increasing the ache she felt. With his mouth still on a taut nipple, Jamie’s hand moved down slowly, caressing her stomach and stopping at her triangle of curls, tempting and teasing before using his fingers to rub along her center. He moved with skill, soft yet firm, and his constant circling pressure made Amelia moan, feeling like she would spill over the edge. And then, Jamie slipped a finger inside of her, parting her lips and catching her surprised groan with his own mouth. His tongue twisted over hers as their mouths begged for more, all the while moving his finger slowly in and out of her, feeling the slick wetness on his hand.
“Good God, Amelia, yer wet for me.” Jamie said against her lips.
“Is that good?” With her urgent kiss in response, Jamie could barely respond, his need growing every second.
“Aye, lass, put your hand on me breeches if ye don’t believe me.”
Amelia slid her hand down, not breaking the kiss, until she gasped when she felt his hard shaft against her hand, almost ready to burst forth from its prison.
“I forgot how big you were.” Amelia kept her hand there, marveling at the feel of it inside of his trousers, excited yet nervous to see it again. She licked her lips.
Jamie nearly growled at that and sat up slightly to remove his shirt. Amelia sat up as well on her elbows, her breasts bouncing with her movement. She smiled as she watched Jamie remove his clothing, his chest finally close enough for her to touch its bareness. The firelight cast shadows over his muscled body, and Amelia eyed the lines heading towards his breeches hungrily. She reached out to place a soft hand on his chest, feeling the heat from his body and the soft hair there.
