Chapter 32

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H e stood before her and let her do as she asked. He could almost feel her eyes touch him as her gaze caressed him the way he wanted her hands to do. She must have inherited a bit of her mother’s mind-reading abilities for she lifted her hands and finally touched him. The blood thundered through his veins and waves of heat washed through his body as her hands skimmed over his already-heated flesh.

Soon or hours later—he couldn’t tell by that time—she slid her hands around his penis and stroked it, her fingers moving lightly over the length of it. Her fingers encircled it and he felt it surge within her grasp. It was torture to stand and let her do as she wished, but it was a torture he would have endured and yearned for forever.

“Douglas?”

He heard her say his name; it was impossible for him to say anything in response.

“In the pool at the cave... ye tasted me down there.”

He looked at her and tried to comprehend her words and her intent.

“I would like to taste ye as well.”

Oh, God. The thought, the image in his brain of her mouth moving over his erection, licking it as he had done to her, brought him to the edge. She didn’t wait for his answer. She first leaned closer and rubbed her teeth on his nipples. Then she nuzzled her face in the hair on his chest, her hands all the while weaving their magic spell on him.

Douglas felt her tongue sliding down his stomach and onto his belly and then closer and closer to that raging part of him that craved its touch. He could no longer hold in the loud moan that echoed through the cottage as she wet her lips and slid them over the head of his very erect, very aroused penis.

She hesitated once or twice and then proceeded to excite him as he’d never been before—she obviously had little practice at this but she made up for that lack by her enthusiasm for it. After wringing countless moans from him, he could stand it no more. He reached down and lifted her mouth from him.

“Cait,” he gasped taking in deep breaths to forestall his impending climax, “you must stop for a bit and give me a chance to breathe.”

“Did ye like it?” Her eyes were filled with passion, gleaming like green flames as he looked into them. Her mouth was swollen now from their kisses and the attention she’d given him. As he gazed at it remembering the feel of it on him, her tongue slipped between her lips, moistening them again. His body reacted again and he pulsed against her hands, which still surrounded him.

“Did you?”

“Oh, aye, Douglas, I did.” Her breathless whisper invited him to her now. He untied her skirt and dropped it. Then he pulled her blouse over her head. With her arms still raised above her head, her breasts thrust forward at him and he leaned over to her.

Kneeling before her, he kissed her neck and then moved down and rubbed his face against the soft swell of her breasts. She gasped as it was his turn to taste her. He licked her nipples and sucked them into his mouth, over and over until she was panting and clutching his shoulders for balance. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he moved his mouth down her belly and nearer to her core. Her knees buckled as his lips touched the springy curls on her mons; he caught her and eased her down onto the pallet next to them.

Now their heated flesh touched from chest to thighs and his erection lay between them pulsing against her belly. He turned them on their side and wrapped himself around her and kissed her mouth slowly. Soon she writhed against him wanting more. He lifted her leg up onto his hip and rubbed against her more deeply.

“Join wi’ me, Douglas. Please. Love me now.”

Her words pushed him over the edge. He eased into her as they lay together. Watching her face as he moved inside of her, their gazes locked as they joined one last time. Rolling her onto her back, still within her, he rocked in deeper and deeper. She closed her eyes and moaned from within her throat as he filled her with himself.

Then he stopped and waited. She opened her eyes and looked at him, waiting too.

“I love you, Cait. I love you and I always will.”

“And, I love ye, Douglas. For forever and a day.”

He surged into her now unable and unwilling to wait any longer. Cradled there between her thighs, he arched, sliding in and out, deeper and deeper, until he heard and felt her climax begin. Ripples of movement inside her sheath tightened her muscles even more around his shaft. Caitlin moaned louder and louder. He took her mouth as he thrust once, twice more. In the midst of kissing her, he felt his seed escaping to deep within her heat.

Panting, he eased to his side again so as not to leave all of his weight on her slighter frame. He moved slowly, not wanting to break their connection yet. After a few minutes of regaining their breaths, Douglas felt himself drift off to sleep, physically and emotionally sated.

Roused by the sound of tears, Douglas drew her closer against him and rocked her in his arms. Rubbing her back and whispering of his love, he tried to soothe her. Soon he felt her relax and knew she slept. When he thought she was soundly asleep, he eased away from her gently and slowly. Pulling the woolen covers up around her shoulders, he made certain that she was completely covered and warm enough.

Silently he got dressed once more and prepared to leave. Checking out the window, he saw that the full moon had risen already. Moira would be waiting for him at the arch.

He couldn’t leave her just yet. He went to look at her once more. Kneeling down next to her, he brushed her hair from her face and kissed her again, first on her lips then on her forehead. She turned to him in her sleep but he moved away.

Standing over her, he watched her sleep for several minutes, yearning for all that could not be. With one last touch on her cheek, he turned from her. He put on his leather jacket, retied his hair and grabbed the satchel that held his daggers. Without looking back, he left the cottage.