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She pushed up against the headboard to keep from hitting her head when Ewan’s thrusts became more and more energetic. With each thrust, he sent her higher and higher to a place she never would have imagined existed.

Their moans intertwined with the slapping sound of their bodies coming together over and over again. Catriona could not withstand it any longer. She flailed under him as she shattered into pieces, any grips on reality slipping into a fog.

As she fought not to lose herself too fast, Ewan lowered her legs from his shoulders and continued his vigorous movements, his fingers digging into her hips as he fought to find release.

Catriona cried out once again, her body convulsing with a second climax.

Still, he thrust in and out, so fast now, he gasped for air. His large body dripped with sweat as he finally let out a low growl, shuddering in a release so hard that he shook.

Collapsing over her, he gasped for breath, gulping in air while murmuring a strange string of words.

Catriona herself could barely breathe, but she managed to wiggle from under him and gulped in a full breath as he did the same.

“It has never ever been this good.” He grinned like a loon. “Never.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Two months later – early autumn

Atop his steed, Ewan rode ahead of the party that headed to Dun Airgid. His half-brother would be arriving in the next day or two and they’d agreed to first meet at Malcolm’s home.

Although Ewan and Catriona had a large home, depending on how many people Darach traveled with, it could be that there would be too many to accommodate comfortably.

He looked over his shoulder to the carriage in which Catriona and her faithful companion, Maisie, rode and his lips curved.

Two years ago, upon arriving at Ross Keep from Uist, never would he have imagined a life like he had now. A lairdship, people to oversee, a large family that supported him and, above all, to be married to the love of his life.

Everyone in the keep had adjusted to their lifestyle now. Usually, he and Catriona were not expected to rise early, as they’d come to an agreement to spend evenings alone getting to know one another.

They often stayed up until the wee hours of the night, talking about anything and everything. She’d become his confidant and adviser.

When first meeting her, he recalled that Esme had told him about Catriona’s intelligence and sensible way of seeing things. It was true…she often guided him to make decisions in a way that soothed people’s ire.

Their lovemaking had turned into an art form of discovering each other’s body and learning what satisfied each of them best. Ewan did his best not to think of bedsport with Catriona when not alone as it could be embarrassing.

Even then, he shifted in the saddle and looked across to a guard.

“Riders in the distance,” the guard said. “It is not our scout.”

Immediately, they called for a halt and the accompaniment of guards surrounded the carriage.

“Ye should get in the carriage as well,” the guard instructed.

“I will not cower,” Ewan protested.

“Laird, ye must.” The guard left no room for argument.

After guiding Ban to the back of the carriage, Ewan dismounted and went to the carriage, grumbling under his breath.

Catriona gave him a worried look. “Why have we stopped?”

“Our scout is delayed. We will move with more caution until he meets us.”

“Oh,” she replied, paling. “I hope nothing is amiss.”

Maisie met his gaze and turned to Catriona. “I hope they didn’t send Giles. The boy will stop and talk to a tree and is always late for everything.”

The scout was not Maisie’s brother, but Ewan didn’t clarify it to Catriona. “If it is Giles and he causes us to be delayed, he will be banished back to the stables.”