Page 49 of Falling for Her Highland Steward
“And Erin, will you protect, love, and cherish Caillen?” Father Thomson asked again. “Will you nurse him when he is sick and stand by him in his hour of need for as long as you both live and love?”
“I will, and I will love you too, Cal, with all my heart,” she answered. Erin felt like jumping for joy but settled for a loving smile instead.
“And I will love Stephen, too,” Caillen promised, smiling and ruffling Stephen’s brown hair.
“And I will love you too!” he answered, laughing.
Father Thomson looked as if he might burst into laughter, but he restrained himself and blessed them. “You are now husband and wife,” he announced joyfully. “And may you both live happily and love each other until your dying day.”
They kissed tenderly, and a soft murmur of appreciation ran through the congregation of friends, servants, and tenants. Then Caillen bent down and lifted Stephen into his arms. They smiled at each other.
“Am I your son now?” Stephen asked eagerly.
“Do you want to be?” Caillen answered his question with another question.
“Yes!” Stephen replied with great enthusiasm, throwing his little arms around his new father’s neck.
“Then you are.” Caillen hugged him. “And I am your father.” He set Stephen on his shoulders and took Erin’s hand. It was a rather odd-looking procession, but no one minded at all.
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The feast was over, the last guest had said goodbye, and Stephen had been ridden off to bed on Caillen’s shoulders before he and Erin finally had a chance to be alone.
“I never thought this moment would come,” Caillen said in wonder as he carried Erin up to their bedchamber. “For so long, it has seemed like a distant dream.”
“The last time I…” she began, and trailed off awkwardly. “The last time was awful, Caillen. I just want you to know that I have no expectations. I love you, and all I ask is that we can be comfortable together and that there is no pain.”
Caillen’s heart almost broke for her as he laid her on the bed. Her experience with Michael must have been excruciating. He felt anger beginning to boil up in him but pushed it away firmly by kissing Erin so passionately that they were both breathless afterward.
“Was that comfortable, my love?” he demanded, staring into her green eyes.
“No, no, not at all.” Erin felt dazed, then she smiled mischievously. “Can it be better?”
“Indeed it can.” His voice was husky with need, and his brown eyes almost black with desire. “It can be heavenly. Would you like to go to heaven, my love?”
She laughed softly. “Of course I would,” she replied as she felt his fingers begin to undo the laces at the back of her dress. “I would go anywhere with you, Cal.”
Caillen’s fingers found their way down to her waist, and then he slid her dress from her shoulders and pulled it over her hips and down to her feet. Instinctively, Erin covered her breasts and her private place with her hands, swallowing nervously, but he gently took them away, holding them as he stood back to look his fill at her beautiful body.
“You are so, so lovely,” he whispered. “Erin, you take my breath away.” Then, despite the fact that all he wanted to do was make her his, he held back and put her down tenderly on the bed.
Erin was terrified. She knew that Caillen was not like Michael. She knew that he would be tender, because he had said so, and he was a man of his word, was he not? Yet Michael had promised to be tender too, and she had believed him. But perhaps it had been her fault for being tense and afraid.
Then Erin stopped thinking about it. All other thoughts fled from her mind as she watched Caillen undressing in front of her, taking it slowly and deliberately as he uncovered the body she had been dreaming about for weeks. Her fear was being taken over by arousal as she watched him. She was used to seeing the width of his shoulders and chest, the well-defined muscles of his upper body, but she gasped when he undid his belt and let his kilt slide to the floor.
Erin was horrified. She saw at once that Caillen’s member was even bigger than either the laird’s or Michael’s and wondered how her body could possibly accommodate it.
Seeing her fear, Caillen came to lie down beside her. He laid her hand on it and gave a sigh of pleasure as her fingers closed around him. “Are you afraid, Erin?” he asked softly.
She nodded. “You are too big for me,” she whispered. “Nairn and Michael were not like you.”
“No, I am not too big.” He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, relaxing her. “You will see.” He closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of her fingertips on the most sensitive part of his body. He moaned, but not in pain, as he closed his hand over hers and showed her how to touch and stroke him properly. However, after a few moments, he stopped her. If she kept on working her magic, he knew he would be too aroused to give Erin the satisfaction she needed, and he desperately wanted to be the first and last man to take her to heaven.
Caillen pushed Erin onto her back and leaned over her, then began to lick and suckle one of her rose-pink nipples until it was as hard as a pebble, while he rolled the other between his finger and thumb, then changed sides and did the same with his lips, tongue, and teeth until Erin tingled and throbbed with pleasure.
Erin’s body seemed to have a will of its own, one that made her arch her hips up from the bed and cry out with delight as each flick of Caillen’s tongue sent more and more pleasure straight to her core. When Caillen kissed his way down her tummy and reached her navel, she giggled as he swirled his tongue into the little pit.
He chuckled, then looked up at her. “Comfortable?” he asked, with a wicked smile.
