Page 106 of Laird of Smoke
She gasped and cleaved to him.Her eyes were smoky.Her lips were wet with yearning.
He ducked into the hidden break in the rock, carrying her into the dim passage.Then he set her gently down.
He meant to woo her sweetly.Slowly.Patiently.He’d frightened her off before.He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
But patient she was not.
She flung away her cap and kicked off her boots.She shoved down her trews under her leine, dropping them to pool at her feet.Then she tried to tear off his gambeson with her bare hands.
Her eagerness drove his own.He wrenched down his trews, tossing them aside with his boots.
Unable to delay longer, he turned and hefted her up against the iron bars of the gate.Cushioning her back with one arm, he used the other to lift her hips.
She clung to him, wrapping her legs around his buttocks.Scarcely did he find the hot, wet center of her desire than she thrust forward, sheathing him in a heavenly warmth that took his breath away.
He wanted it to last for hours.Not only because the divine friction of her flesh upon his was thrilling.Not only because trysting with a woman who loved you was more intoxicating than mere physical sensation.But because he wished to leave no question this time that they belonged together.He wanted to leave his scent so indelibly upon her she’d never want to leave him again.
But after only a few dozen thrusts, she began to gasp out his name, tensing in growing agitation.It was all he could do to hold them both upright as his cock drove inside her and his ballocks tightened with need.
Then she cried out and arched against him, bucking like a wild colt, and he could no longer contain his fervor.
He tried to withdraw from her.It was the honorable thing to do.The safe thing.But she clung to him too tightly.With a final desperate hope that she knew what she was doing—that she wanted this—he let out a helpless bellow and pumped his seed into her.
Their gasps mingled with the soughing of the sea as they slowly descended from the lofty heights of ecstasy.He gradually withdrew from her and set her gently on her feet on the sandy rock.
He meant to apologize for his haste.But she reached up to grasp his face in her hands, entreating him with a look to tell her the truth.
“Thisismeant to be, isn’t it?”she asked.“Wearemeant to be together?”
Relief coursed through his veins.A tiny part of him had been uncertain.Even now.Even while they were sharing their bodies.Their hearts.Their souls.He’d fallen hard for her.And he feared that she might not feel the same way.That she might abandon him again.
“Aye,” he said, meaning it.“I’m sure of it.”
Eve knew it had to be true.Otherwise, why would it feel so right?
It wasn’t as if she was turning her back on God, was it?After all, a person could serve God in other ways.One didn’t have to be a nun.
Perhaps she would reform Adam.Turn him from an outlaw into an upright member of her clan.That would be a godly purpose.
Or together they could go out into the world to right injustices, like holy mercenaries of His will.
Or maybe they would make lots of children who would grow to serve the church.
She grinned at the thought.It seemed an absurdly simple task, for she thought she could easily couple with Adam every day for the rest of her life.
They sank onto the soft ground.She snuggled against Adam’s chest and twined her bare legs around his.For a long while they nestled together in silence against the rock, peering out at the firth washing against the shore.
Eventually they’d need to leave.But for now, she thought she could happily exist in the arms of this wayward rogue until the sun crossed the sky and the stars lit up the eve.
She smiled, murmuring, “Eve.”
“What?”
“My real name.”
“Your real name is Eve?”
“Aye.”
