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“That’s it.” His harsh encouragement as he moved down her body was as potent as an aphrodisiac from the mythical gods themselves. She shifted restlessly beneath his exquisite ministrations until his hot breath dusted her mound, and she froze.
“Hugh,” she breathed. In answer, he kissed her, stroking her wet slit with the tip of his tongue and teasing her clit until her last shred of reason fled.
Her heart hammered and she could scarcely breathe as he cupped her breasts and played with her nipples, while his mouth and tongue created sweet havoc within her slick sheath. She squirmed mindlessly, and he dragged one hand from her breast and gripped her bottom in his large, calloused hand.
It was too much. Starlight exploded behind her eyes. She bucked helplessly, scarcely aware of how he roughly kneed her legs apart until she felt an unyielding pressure against her sensitive flesh.
She gasped as he pushed inside her, and he stilled, his erratic breath harsh in this magical, twilight world. “Roisin?”
“’Tis fine,” she panted, digging her nails into his shoulders and distractedly wishing he’d taken his shirt off so she could admire his naked chest. “I think.”
In answer, he glided his hands over her thighs and calves before pulling her legs around him in a decadent embrace. She groaned and her eyes fluttered shut but the brief sensation of discomfort melted as Hugh slowly withdrew, before pushing deep inside her once again.
“My Roisin.” His tortured whisper filled their makeshift world, thrilling her to her soul. He filled her so completely she was afraid to move, until he grasped her hips, moving her in time with his ever-increasing thrusts.
Shudders rippled through her, and she forgot about everything but this moment, this man.My Hugh. And when his teeth grazed her shoulder, she lost the last remnants of restraint and convulsed around him, and his muffled roar of release was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.
Chapter Eighteen
Hugh led thehorses from the cave, with Roisin by his side. When she smiled at him, his heart twisted in his chest. It took all his willpower not to wrap her in his arms and kiss her. Yet if he did, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop.
That was a lie. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop. Hadn’t he just proven that when it came to Roisin, all his grand ideals of honor fled?
Renewed lust, streaked with despair, burned through his veins as they made their way to the next cave where Grear was emerging with Ecne at her heels. Aye, he’d proven it all right. Proven he’d been unable to resist the temptation of making Roisin his, even though they had no future together.
He was despicable. But, even knowing that, he didn’t regret what had happened in the cave. He could only hope, with everything he was, that Roisin never would, either.
As she greeted Grear, before crouching to give her wee dog a cuddle, a dark possibility crawled through his mind like a poisoned fog.
What if he delayed sending the earl another message? He and Roisin could spend more time together until the inevitable end when she would return to her kin.
No. He couldn’t do that to her.
But the shining prospect of a few weeks together burned in his brain, a forbidden oasis in a future that otherwise stretched like a bleak panorama of unremitting duty without escape.
She would never know he’d failed to do everything within his power to secure her release. So far, he had. And he hadn’t heard back from the earl. The chances of receiving a reply within the next week or so were, at best, remote.
But it was always possible.
He exhaled a long breath and rubbed Fhortan’s neck, but the familiar gesture didn’t afford him any comfort. Disgust curled through him, but he couldn’t push the despicable idea aside. Every day that passed made the possibility of a future with her less likely. But if he could keep her by his side for just a little longer, was that really too much to ask?
Inevitably, his gaze shifted to Roisin, where she stood arm-in-arm with Grear. Christ, what was he thinking? Had he lost all the honor he had once possessed since joining the rebel MacGregors?
He didn’t want to face that prospect. And yet still his dark design of delaying her release clawed relentlessly in the back of his mind, a toxic thorn he could not shift.
He was torn from his reverie by the approach of Darragh and instantly his senses went on alert. It couldn’t be good news for the chieftain to seek him out with such purpose.
“We’ll stay here for the night,” Darragh said. Hugh gave a brusque nod. It made sense. They could use the caves as additional shelter, although he couldn’t fathom why Darragh had made the effort to tell him personally.
“While they set up camp,” Darragh indicated the rest of the MacGregors with a glance over his shoulder, “we’ll go to the local town.”
Hugh managed to hide his surprise. Although he’d decided not to send the earl another missive just yet, he still needed to go to the town to see if there was a message waiting for him, but he’d expected he would need to persuade Darragh to let him go. The last thing he’d anticipated was being invited to join the chieftain without any preamble.
He sensed a trap and instantly thought of Roisin.Goddamn it.What had raised Darragh’s suspicions?
“Don’t worry about the lass.” There was no mistaking the thread of dry amusement in the older man’s tone and Hugh silently cursed. Not simply because of Darragh’s disrespect whenever he spoke of Roisin. But the fact Darragh apparently knew how she was always at the forefront of his mind. “She’ll come to no harm here. We need to leave now. ’Tis a fair trek to the town, or so Fergus tells me.”
With that, he swung about and since he didn’t have much choice, Hugh followed. As he passed by Roisin, she sent him a sweet smile, and a sharp pain twisted low in his gut at how she trusted him to do the right thing.
