Page 83 of When a Highlander Vows
Inside his chamber, he kissed her again, working at the clasp on his tartan as he kicked the door shut behind him. Caitlin pulled at her own tartan, desperate now to be free of the clothes she’d so lovingly chosen that morning.
With a growl of need, Lucas shed his coat and shirt, turning Caitlin around to work at the ties of her bodice.
“Women wear too many bloody clothes,” he said darkly, and Caitlin bit at her lip to contain her smile.
As he freed her from her bodice and skirts, Caitlin turned around to face the mountain of a man she had married. He was half clad now, and soon his boots and kilt were gone as well. She sucked in a breath, still amazed at the sight of him.
She reached out to spread her hands over his skin, but he shook his head. “Take off yer shift and stays, Lass,” he said ina commanding tone, sending a tingle of excitement down her spine.
She did as he asked, and then when she stood again, his eyes took on such a look of wonder, she could feel tears well in her own eyes.
“I never thought to thank God for anythin’, Sunshine,” he said as he approached slowly, his hands reaching out for her waist. “But I thank God for ye. Every moment.” Then his eyes took on a glinting mischief. “And who would have thought I would have such a bonny wife?”
She shrieked as he leaned down to grasp her buttocks, pulling her up so that she had to wrap her legs around him. With her arms around his neck, she kissed him, and he led them to the bed. His tongue was warm, insistent, full of drugging need. It had been so long since she wanted to do this, but it felt right to have waited.
Leaning over the bed, he gingerly laid her down and then his mouth was everywhere. Down the line of her jaw, down her neck, between her breasts. He kneaded one, then the other, placing loving kisses atop each pink peak. Then his mouth moved down, and spreading her legs, he kissed her there, his tongue reaching out to taste her.
He was gentle at first, and instantly, wetness spread between her thighs, gaining an appreciative groan from him. But she wanted more. Grasping at his shoulders, she pulled him up to her.
“I want ye. All of ye.”
He looked down, putting a rough hand to her face. “And I ye, but I’ll have to apologize. It will be quick the first time. I have waited too long, but then I will make it very good, indeed, Love.”
She nodded, her body tense with anticipation. “Daenae dae anythin’ that hurts ye,” she said with concern, feeling the bandage on his arm.
He laughed. “I will dae anythin’ to give ye pleasure, Sunshine.”
He settled between her thighs where she was already wet and waiting for him. His length, large and thick, touched against her, and she looked down at where they were to join, nervous but excited.
“It will hurt a bit at first,” he said, pressing her thighs part as he slid inside, bit by bit.
A gasp stole her breath at the first feel of his intrusion. He wasbig, and her body, unused to such penetration, tightened at first.
“Are ye well?” he asked, and she nodded, lifting her hips, silently begging for more.
He pushed in further, and despite the resistance her body gave, it did not hurt. It was only different. With one more rough push, Lucas was fully inside, and she rose up, gasping anew at thepressure and feel of him inside her. They stayed like that for a little while, her eyes looking into his, so full of love.
“I have ye, Lass,” he said. “Hold onto me. Ye will never be alone again.”
Kissing him, she let a soft moan escape her as Lucas began to move, pulling away and then pressing in again. Her body had now relaxed, slowly accepting him, and another moan burst out of her as it changed from mere fullness and pressure to exquisite pleasure.
He broke their kiss, as he lifted up a bit, focusing on the movement between them. She looked down, watching in amazement as his slim hips thrust into her, her thighs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. The muscles of his abdomen worked as his hips moved faster and faster. Caitlin’s head lay back when Lucas lifted her hips, adjusting the angle, and he found a place impossibly deeper, stroking against it, making fire all over her skin.
Eyes snapped shut, she reveled in the rhythm they’d found together, her body knowing the way through instinct. She arched up as pleasure began to thread through her very bones. Lucas leaned over her kissing her eye lids, her lips, whispering Gaelic words she did not understand but felt loving and warm.
Her hands moved to his shoulders as the pleasure grew, threatening to take over like it had so many times before. She whispered his name, and in her ear, he said, “Let it come, Lass. Come for me.”
His hips gained a frenzied rhythm, sending her over the edge with a scream. As her limbs trembled around his hips, Lucas kept moving, thrusting into her again and again until he too cried out, tensing above her and then leaning over her. She felt him thicken inside her as he spilled into her, bathing her womb with his seed. She wrapped her boneless arms around him with a smile.
“Christ,” he said, still laying over her, and she chuckled.
“Aye, I have never felt pleasure like that before.”
“Ye will stroke me ego too much if ye say things like that, Sunshine,” he replied, pulling out of her to lay at her side.
“I am happy to dae that,” she said, curling against him.
“Later, I will take me time with ye,” he said sleepily, kissing the top of her head.
