Page 25 of Never Marry a Highlander

Lorena was busy cleaning the floor with a rusty shovel.She looked up at him as he entered.“The only thing to be said for this place is it’s dry.”

Craig went to the area behind the small kitchen and found wood he could use to make a fire.Once he’d cleaned the hearth out and started a fire, he looked behind him at Lorena who stood there shivering.“Lass, get yer clothes off and put them near the fire so they dry.”

“I doona have anything else to put on.”

“How wet is yer shift?”

She stripped off her skirt, blouse, vest, and petticoat then patted the shift.“Dry enough.”

Craig stood and removed his clothes.All his clothes.By that time the fire was burning brightly.He laid his clothes out and reached for Lorena.“Here, come closer to the fire.”

She hesitated and then took his hand.

“There is no’hing to be shy about.I’m yer husband and we have already seen all of each other.”

They sat side by side in front of the fire.He placed his hand on Lorena’s nape and began to rub and squeeze the warm soft flesh there.She moaned softly.“Does that feel good?”

“Aye.”She shifted and the top of her shift slid down off one shoulder.

Unable to resist, he placed his lips there and she shivered.“Still cold?”

“Nay.The fire is keeping me quite warm.”

“Good.”He moved his lips to the front of her neck and placed small, soft kisses there.She raised her chin to grant him better access.

He continued to kiss her until he reached her lips.Cupping her face in his hands, he took her mouth possessively, touching her lips, urging her to open for him.He slid his tongue in and swept over the sensitive spots he’d found when they’d first made love.

Lorena was very responsive, and he found it hard to believe her deceased husband had practically raped her during their marriage.With a little bit of encouragement and work, Lorena was exactly what any man wanted in his bed, eager to learn and quick to react.

He continued the assault on her mouth and gently eased her down.Luckily, ‘twas a wooden floor, not dirt.

He gathered her into his arms and nibbled on the soft part of her neck under her ear.In only one session of lovemaking, he’d already discovered some of her sensitive spots.He intended to spend time over the years finding all of them.

She placed her hands around his neck and drew him to her mouth.

“Lorena,mo chride, the shift has to go.‘Tis getting in my way.”

She sat up, and smiling at him, pulled at the garment, starting at her knees and slowly moving it up her body until she disposed of the shift by tossing it over her shoulders.

“Come here, wife,” he said with a growl, tugging her to him.The feel of her soft body next to his hard one was heaven on earth.She reached between them and took his shaft in hand.“Aye, lass, wrap yer hand around it.”

She did what he said, which was wonderful, since she found an argument for just about everything he said.“’Tis strange.Hard and soft.”When he winced as she squeezed, she said, “Does that hurt?”

“Nay.It feels wonderful, but I ye keep that up I’ll be ready before ye are and I doona want to hurt ye.”

She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, tears in her eyes shimmering in the reflection of the flames.“Thank you.”

Tired of conversation, he returned to her mouth and took her firm breast in his hand, squeezing, rubbing his thumb over her nipple.When she pulled at him, tugging him over her body, he pushed her legs apart and fingered her very wet core.“Ah, Lorena, ye are so hot, so wet, and ready for me.”

He’d been wanting her all day, so he knew he would not last long.He slid inside her, the tightness almost pushing him over the edge.He stared into her eyes and a feeling he’d never had before washed over him.This was his wife.She belonged to him and would be part of his life for as long as they lived.

Marriage and Lorena were not something he’d wanted, but his noble effort grew less cumbersome each day.

His kiss was hungry, needy.Her response was just as strong.He leaned on his elbows and whispered in her ear.“I wanted ye so much last night, ‘twas hard to be a gentleman and let yer maid sleep in the tent with ye.”

Her smile was all he needed to pick up the rhythm.Lorena joined him, raising her knees and wrapping her legs around his hips, allowing him to go deeper inside her.

Her panting and the scent of their bodies together was close to pushing him to finish, so he reached between them and rubbed the stiff piece of flesh begging for his touch.

“Aye, that feels wonderful.”After a few seconds of him fondling her, she stiffened and cried out.The waves of her release were all he needed to pour his seed into her.

After a few minutes of catching their breath, he twirled a lock of her damp hair.“’Tis still raining.We might spend the night here.”

She nodded and looked down at their mingled bodies.“We will get a tad cold without a blanket.”

He whispered in her ear as he held her close.“I can think of ways to keep us warm until our clothes dry.”

She grinned.“Aye, ‘tis sure I am that ye can.”