what are the odds? You’d have to carry the sword everywhere. It doesn’t make sense.”
He glanced up at her, a fierce determination clear in his expression. “None of this makes sense. But it happened, and no mistake. Honor dictates I do all I can to return to my own time and face whatever awaits me. My family needs me. I need to put a stop to this war. ’Tis futile, I see that now. Watching the movie only firmed my resolve, lass. I am a highlander and doona belong here.”
Tears stung at the backs of her eyes. “What happened to all the talk of you can adjust, and you won’t focus on the past? Don’t you want to stay here—with me?”
Oh hell, she’d revealed too much. Even to her own ears, her voice sounded needy and desperate.
Cailin placed the sword next to him on the sofa. Then he stood. He ran his hands up and down her arms in a comforting motion.
“’Tis tempting. You are like no other lass I’ve ever met, Skye. Even now, I am hard for you.”
Glancing down, Skye saw the evidence. A severe need roared through her. To hell with waiting. She wanted him—and right now.
Pulling flush against him, she rubbed herself against that solid hardness until she heard the ragged moan tear from his lips. She quickly captured the sound in her mouth with a kiss so passionate she hardly believed it.
Cailin burrowed his hands through her hair, until one hand clasped the back of her neck, holding her steady while he returned the kiss in equal fervor. Her body was aflame, roasting from the inside out. Spontaneous combustion was a real possibility.
He broke the kiss. “I want you, Skye, in my bed and under me while I thrust inside you. I canna deny it. I should tell you, I’m not very experienced, lass. As I said, there was no time for bed-sport for a warrior. I tupped a few tavern wenches over the years. They meant nothing. This—” He rubbed his hardened cock next to her thigh. “This will mean everything to me. Know that.”
Oh God, his words. What could she tell him, that she’d enough experience for the both of them? Good thing she’d noticed Roderick had condoms in the bathroom cabinet.
“Cailin, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had lots of boyfriends.” His brow furrowed at her words. “What’s the word for your time, courted? Stepped out? Dated? Damn, maybe I’m a tavern wench. Times have changed. I guess what I’m saying is I’ve had lots of experience.” She felt her cheeks flush hot and she’d no idea why. She liked sex. How to explain that to a man from 1814?
She squealed loudly when Cailin lifted her off her feet. His capable, strong hands cupped her ass, so she crossed her legs behind him and threw her arms around his neck.
His teeth nipped at her chin. “Well then, Skye. Commence educating me on the finer points of tupping. I am a fast learner. I’ll tell you what I want. I want to fuck you, pound into you until you scream my name. I want your lips on my cock. I want….”
She grabbed both sides of his head and kissed him hard. Pulling back, she breathlessly demanded, “Then let’s do it all. Now.”
Chapter Nine
Cailin poised at her entrance. They’d hastily undressed and now both were very naked and aroused. Skye had found sheaths and helped roll the strange item over his cock. Skye lay on the bed, her lovely legs spread, showing him paradise on earth. She was wet for him, glistening and eager. God’s stones, had he ever seen anything so beautiful? Not the most brilliant sunrise nor the most stunning sunset across the moors compared to the luscious woman lying before him.
He wanted to taste every inch of her skin, lick her wetness, and suck her glorious tits. If only he could do them all at once. He gripped his cock and pushed through her swollen folds until he was seated to the hilt. By all the saints, if he moved, he would come. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling. Her insides gripped his cock in an intimate embrace that had him shuddering from the
He glanced up at her, a fierce determination clear in his expression. “None of this makes sense. But it happened, and no mistake. Honor dictates I do all I can to return to my own time and face whatever awaits me. My family needs me. I need to put a stop to this war. ’Tis futile, I see that now. Watching the movie only firmed my resolve, lass. I am a highlander and doona belong here.”
Tears stung at the backs of her eyes. “What happened to all the talk of you can adjust, and you won’t focus on the past? Don’t you want to stay here—with me?”
Oh hell, she’d revealed too much. Even to her own ears, her voice sounded needy and desperate.
Cailin placed the sword next to him on the sofa. Then he stood. He ran his hands up and down her arms in a comforting motion.
“’Tis tempting. You are like no other lass I’ve ever met, Skye. Even now, I am hard for you.”
Glancing down, Skye saw the evidence. A severe need roared through her. To hell with waiting. She wanted him—and right now.
Pulling flush against him, she rubbed herself against that solid hardness until she heard the ragged moan tear from his lips. She quickly captured the sound in her mouth with a kiss so passionate she hardly believed it.
Cailin burrowed his hands through her hair, until one hand clasped the back of her neck, holding her steady while he returned the kiss in equal fervor. Her body was aflame, roasting from the inside out. Spontaneous combustion was a real possibility.
He broke the kiss. “I want you, Skye, in my bed and under me while I thrust inside you. I canna deny it. I should tell you, I’m not very experienced, lass. As I said, there was no time for bed-sport for a warrior. I tupped a few tavern wenches over the years. They meant nothing. This—” He rubbed his hardened cock next to her thigh. “This will mean everything to me. Know that.”
Oh God, his words. What could she tell him, that she’d enough experience for the both of them? Good thing she’d noticed Roderick had condoms in the bathroom cabinet.
“Cailin, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had lots of boyfriends.” His brow furrowed at her words. “What’s the word for your time, courted? Stepped out? Dated? Damn, maybe I’m a tavern wench. Times have changed. I guess what I’m saying is I’ve had lots of experience.” She felt her cheeks flush hot and she’d no idea why. She liked sex. How to explain that to a man from 1814?
She squealed loudly when Cailin lifted her off her feet. His capable, strong hands cupped her ass, so she crossed her legs behind him and threw her arms around his neck.
His teeth nipped at her chin. “Well then, Skye. Commence educating me on the finer points of tupping. I am a fast learner. I’ll tell you what I want. I want to fuck you, pound into you until you scream my name. I want your lips on my cock. I want….”
She grabbed both sides of his head and kissed him hard. Pulling back, she breathlessly demanded, “Then let’s do it all. Now.”
Chapter Nine
Cailin poised at her entrance. They’d hastily undressed and now both were very naked and aroused. Skye had found sheaths and helped roll the strange item over his cock. Skye lay on the bed, her lovely legs spread, showing him paradise on earth. She was wet for him, glistening and eager. God’s stones, had he ever seen anything so beautiful? Not the most brilliant sunrise nor the most stunning sunset across the moors compared to the luscious woman lying before him.
He wanted to taste every inch of her skin, lick her wetness, and suck her glorious tits. If only he could do them all at once. He gripped his cock and pushed through her swollen folds until he was seated to the hilt. By all the saints, if he moved, he would come. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling. Her insides gripped his cock in an intimate embrace that had him shuddering from the
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