Page 72 of Laird of Smoke
Then she began to move beneath him.Lunging up and falling back in an instinctive rhythm.Surrounding him in a warm, wet chrysalis that would soon change him from an engorged caterpillar into a glorious butterfly.
It had been months since Adam had swived a woman.He wouldn’t last long.But by her ragged breathing, neither would she.
Like a stream with banks swollen by a sudden summer storm, a flood of lust rushed through him that he could hardly contain.
Soon her breath caught, and she began to buck in the throes of climax, arching up as if lightning had struck her.He followed at her heels, and it took every ounce of effort to pull out of her to spill his seed harmlessly across her belly.
With a groan of satisfaction, he fell back, spent.For a while, the sawing of their mingled breath was the only sound in the chamber aside from the occasional pop of the fire.He reached out a hand to clasp hers, and it seemed they floated together on a cloud of contentment.
He could have stayed there forever.
Eventually he remembered courtesy.
Gently unclasping her hand, he murmured, “I’ll bring a wet cloth.”
“Mmm.”
When he returned to clean up the mess, she was asleep.
He smiled.Lying there, she looked fresh and young and innocent.Her dark hair spilled haplessly across the linens.Her cheeks were rosy as apples.Her lips were cherubic.Her faint sprinkle of freckles seemed like a dusting of happy stars.She was so perfect, she could have been a saint.
But he knew better now.
Despite appearances, Aillenn was full of life and fire and spirit.A woman of depth and passion.A woman who craved adventure.Who followed her instincts and her heart.
A woman as free and impulsive as he was.
How he’d ever imagined she might be a nun, he couldn’t fathom.
How Aillenn had drifted off, she didn’t know.She expected the violent explosion of their coupling would keep her awake and alert for hours.But somehow she woke up, tucked under the coverlet, to the sound of Adam snoring beside her in the dark.
As promised, he’d swabbed the mess from her belly.
It had been thoughtful of him to guard against impregnating her.She’d been so distracted by carnal longing that the thought hadn’t crossed her mind.Of course, that was exactly what the abbess had warned the sisters about.Eve was lucky Adam was responsible.Without his precaution, she might have ended up in a horrible predicament.
All in all, however, she was highly pleased with what had happened.
Coupling with Adam had been divine.They were Adam and Eve indeed.She felt as if she’d glimpsed Eden.Captured lightning.Grasped the stars.Looked upon the face of God.
It made sense, of course.Creating new life was a miracle.It was only logical that God would make the act that created that new life miraculous as well.
She snuggled closer to the warm, naked, beautiful man who had taken her to heaven.
This was God’s will, she decided.The Lord was showing her the way.
Chapter 12
When Adam woke at dawn, the first thing he saw was Aillenn perched on the edge of the bed, dressed only in her leine, sewing.He blinked a few times.Even in the dim light, she was more beautiful than yesterday.Beautiful and fascinating and tempting.But he dared not delay their journey further by pursuing that line of thinking.
“What are ye doin’?”he croaked.
“Ah!Ye’re awake.”
She quickly covered herself with the bedcurtain.He wondered why.He’d seen—and touched and kissed—every bit last night.Every delectable inch of her.
Clearing his throat and his thoughts, he scrubbed at his eyes and sat up.“Is that the curtain?”
“Aye.I’m repairin’ it.”She glanced at him, unable to hide the pleasure in her eyes at the sight of him.“I’m almost finished.”Then she shyly lowered her eyes to where she clutched the curtain to her chest.“I want to thank ye.”
