Page 42 of In Love With the Wrong Highland Sister
Laria was in heaven. The friction of his lean muscled body against hers, combined with his deep, plunging thrusts inside her, was driving her to the edge of madness. She felt as though she was climbing a mountain, moving closer and closer to a peak of pleasure that had at first seemed inaccessible. Now she was almost there. It was sweet torture.
“Jamie!” she called out as he slowed for a moment to allow himself to regain his wits. He looked down into Laria’s eyes as he saw her climax begin to build. They became dark, fixed on his, and they looked…surprised?
“Come on, darling,” he urged. “Let go now. I love you. Let go.”
Laria’s fingernails dug into his shoulders as the wave of ecstasy hit her, and once more, she cried out as her body bucked and shuddered, out of her control. She was being assailed by something so glorious that it was almost unbearable.
When James felt Laria’s climax hitting her, he let go and allowed himself to be shaken by the fiercest orgasm he had ever experienced. He pulled her so close that their two bodies, already joined together, felt as though they had melted into each other.
When they had recovered their breath, James rolled onto his side, taking her with him so that they were facing each other.
Laria’s eyes were full of tears as she smiled at him, but James saw that they were tears of pure joy. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Thank you too,” he replied. “Was that what you wanted?”
“No. It was what Ineeded,Jamie.” She kissed him softly. “During all the time I was married to Robert, he never made me feel like that. Thank you.”
Then she said the words he had been longing to hear.
“I love you, Jamie,” she said, with a catch in her voice as she plunged her fingers into his hair. “You are my heart.”
James felt as though his heart had stopped beating for a moment. Laria loved him! “Say it again,” he begged.
“I love you.” She kissed him again. “I love you now, Jamie, and I always will. Did you not know that?”
“You never told me before.” James shook his head in wonder. “Laria, my life has now become perfect.”
“Even though I cannot give you a child?” Her voice was sad, and she dropped her gaze from his.
“Laria, how many times do I have to tell you?” he sighed. “I want you and no one else. Anyway, now we have William, and I love him as much as I could possibly love a child of my own body. If you feel the need for more, there are many orphans out there in need of homes. We can adopt as many as you like and shower them with love, but I promise you, being unable to have a child makes you no less of a woman.”
“Then my life is perfect too,” she whispered, pillowing her cheek against his chest, loving the feel of the dusting of soft dark body hair against her face. She looked forward to hundreds of mornings of gazing into Jamie’s eyes.
“What are you thinking about?” James asked her curiously.
“I am thinking that I am a very fortunate woman,” she replied. “I have been married to two wonderful men.” She frowned. “I will always love Robert, you know.” Her voice was careful, as though she expected an angry retort.
“Never stop loving him,” James said soothingly, cupping Laria’s face with his big hands. “He is part of the wonderful woman I fell in love with, but he is gone, and I am here. How can I be hurt by him? How can I possibly be jealous of him? Remember him with love, Laria.”
“I will,” she laughed, then asked mischievously: “But since you are here now, what am I to do with you? Shall we play cards? Chess?”
“May I make a suggestion?” he asked, laughing, then whispered in her ear.
Laria looked shocked for a moment, then she giggled. “I think I would like to try that!”
So they did.
21
Eloisa was standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom wearing a deep red velvet dress with a gold sash and a long train, trimmed at the neck and wrists with gold braid. Her abundant fair curls had been threaded with tiny pearls, and she wore a long rope of them around her slender neck.
Lady Margaret draped a matching fur-lined velvet cloak over her shoulders and stood back to survey her handiwork. There were tears in her eyes as she said: “You have never looked lovelier, Ellie. I am so proud of you.”
“As am I,” Laria agreed. She was feeling a little weepy herself as she looked at her younger sister, remembering the days when she was a little five-year-old girl and Eloisa had just learned to walk. Now she had grown up into this beautiful young woman, and Laria wondered where the time had gone.
Laria swept her mother and sister into a three-way embrace, then each of them took one of Eloisa’s hands.
“Ready?” Laria asked as she kissed Eloisa’s forehead.
