Page 5 of Dark Side of the Laird
Her coming here had been a blessing for me, though I wasn’t entirely sure it was a blessing for her, even if the signs pointed to it being both our destinies.
“We will need to give him more time, ’tis all,” I managed to say, though even I could hear the strangle in my voice.
Emma stared up at me skeptically.
“Time?” She hooked her thumb toward the window. “I don’t think all the time in the world is going to help now. He’s left Isabella here. With you. What will you do about her?”
Any thought of Isabella left a sour taste in my mouth. I’d just as soon toss her onto a hole-riddled ship and have her guide herself home. Fate would either lead her to safety or the choppy waters of the sea would swallow her and her evil intentions. “Ignore her the best I can.”
“And what if she…” I watched the play of emotions across Emma’s face. Lord, she was being tormented by her vivid imaginings of illicit happenings.
I leaned forward, eyes locking on hers, gripped her shoulders and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “I will not allow her to come near me. Dinna fear for me, or her. I swear to ye, Emma, she will not come between us.”
Emma nodded, chewing one of her luscious lips. She gripped onto my shirt and tugged me closer, gazing up at me as though she’d memorize my face. “I don’t want to spend our time together worrying.” She glanced away a moment before looking back. “I never know how much time we’ll have.”
A reminder that her time here was not guaranteed. Even if she’d tried unsuccessfully twice now to get back to her own era, did not mean the tides of time couldn’t change their minds.
“Let us not worry then. Let us simply enjoy each other’s company.” I skimmed my lips over hers, feeling her sink against me, relaxing somewhat into my embrace. I massaged the tense muscles of her back and deepened the kiss, slanting my lips harder over hers, my tongue darting in and out of her mouth, teasing, tasting.
Whenever I touched her, the world, my troubles, haunting demons, all vanished and it was just the two of us, her healing touch captivating me, pulling me in, drowning me in everything that was her.
I growled in the back of my throat, body suddenly on fire with need for her. Cock hard, muscles tense, I lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. With each encounter, I tried to teach her a lesson in lovemaking, tried to bring her to new heightened levels of sensitivity and restraint, but not this time.
Nay, right now I just needed her. Needed to feel her warmth all around me, needed to drown inside her instead of thinking about what James had said to me earlier that morning. Needed to forget the wench who would do her damnedest to put herself between Emma and I.
“I need ye,” I said to her, tossing her onto the bed and covering her with my body, feeling every lush curve against my hardness.
“Yes, take me.”
I shoved her gown up swiftly around her hips, slid my hands up her thigh and dipped my fingers against the wet dew of her folds.
“Och, ye’re already so wet,” I said, kissing her hard, owning her with the simple prod of my tongue as I thrust two fingers inside her tight, wet, hot sheath.
“Always,” she murmured against my mouth, moaning and bucking her hips upward. She spread her thighs wide, nails raking down the linen back of my shirt.
I hiked up my plaid, taking hold of my stiff cock and notching the head to her opening.
“I canna wait,” I said, needing to pound inside her.
“Don’t.”
All the permission I needed. I let intensity take hold. I thrust inside her, arching my hips upward just as she tilted hers. A perfect fit. Deep inside her clenching quim, I started to feel whole. Every exquisite inch withdrew in tumultuous rushes of sensation. I thrust back in, deeper, hitting the knot of flesh at the top of her sheath and listening to her hiss in pleasure and pain.
What a pair we were.
“Faster,” she said, her body clenching, the wet walls of her cunny gripping me tight. Already, she was close to climaxing.
I pumped faster, our hips clashing together in tune to the sounds of the bed scraping on the floorboards. I took her hands in mine, threading our fingers and bringing them up over her head as I pushed and pulled my hips to hers.
Emma brought her legs up higher, gripping them tight to my waist as she used her abdominal muscles to lift her buttocks from the bed and hold them there, letting me go deeper, letting each pound of my pelvis to hers slam against that tiny bundle of nerves—her clit as she’d named it.
Every thrust, every pull, she moaned and gasped. I loved her response. Loved everything about her. Loved that she healed me with her touch and made me want to be a better man.
I captured her lips again in a searing kiss, feeling her tighten all the more. She was close. My cock lurched with sudden a sudden furious need, feeling that hot and cold sensation burn its way up and down my length. Then climax gripped me. Still I held it at bay, trying desperately to maintain some control, but then she bucked, cried out against my lips and I was lost. Control forgotten, relinquished in exchange for a leap into ecstasy. She cried out, her entire form quaking violently. Her wet channel sucking me in further as it fluttered with release.
“Oh, Emma,” I growled, biting her lower lip a little harder then I should.
She whimpered, then bit me back.
