The Chieftain's Feud by Frances Housden Page B

personal, too close to our own situation. Does that make sense?” He quirked his eyebrows at her to help loosen the tension he felt in her shoulders. In this instance, his chuckle was forced. “If, as ye say, the ravening hoards are about to ascend, I wouldnae care to meet them without sharing one last ride with ye, and nae arguments or worries about the time it will take. It’s been snowing all night and frae what I remember of the Buchans, they dinnae have wings. Yer family won’t arrive yet awhile. Long enough to take our pleasure and warn the McArthur before the next member of the Buchan clan arrives at his gate.”
    He rolled onto his back and lifted Eve astride him. “Ye wouldnae deny a man under threat the comfort of yer body love,” he said, running his wide palms up the smooth length of her thighs towards the temptation, the heaven, that lay behind the red curls guarding her entrance. He touched her there, softly, curiously, an action that drew a shudder frae her—one he could see as well as feel, and he ached. It had been so long.
    To Jamie’s eyes, the rounded bulge of her belly merely added to her beauty. “Can I test to see if yer ready for me? Do ye mind,” he said cautiously, worried if carrying a bairn would change what he longed to take place. For the first time in years he was smote with a moments uncertainty.
    Not so Eve. “Test away, though I’m certain ye will find me hot, wet, and more than willing,” she said, with a slight lift of her hips in invitation. He in his turn eased her back to admire the glorious fullness of her breasts. His palms cupped her hips and simply stared at the bonnie lass carrying his bairn within the sweet curve of her belly. His gaze flicked to her face, watching her intently as he used one finger to find her entrance. She leaned back on her hands. The whites of her eyes showing as her head tipped back. Eve’s hair tumbled o’er her shoulders as bright as the flames in the hearth. He slid a finger inside her, watching her eyes close as he found a haven of damp heat ready for his eager prick to slide inside.
    “I dinnae want to hurt ye, Eve. That’s the last thing on my mind, so we’ll caw canny and make sure yer body craves this as much as mine does.”
    “‘Ach, Jamie,” she gasped, “when has my body not craved yours?”
    He placed his hands on either side of her narrow hips, suddenly struck by their slimness and the miracle that was their bairn, sitting snug between them. For once he questioned, would he fit? He did slowly, surely, filling her, his teeth gritted against the impulse to surge inside, as if that would complete her, complete them both.
    Embedded inside Eve, he paused, grappling with his control as he slid his hands the length of her arms, pulling her shoulders forward until her breast hung within a breath of his mouth, enticing. “Strangely enough, sweet lass, for once, I’m afraid. Yer too precious to damage in any way, so ride me as you may, as you will. Tonight ye have a slave.”
    Jamie never said a truer word, aye it was strange to be gi’en control, could she please him? Her heart raced at the magnitude of him, a Scot, handing his power o’er to her. “Are ye certain, Jamie? I’m used to following yer lead.”
    “Lass, if ye want to pleasure me, do what ever feels good for ye. After all these months I’m easy pleased.”
    All these months? Eve swallowed against the heart that had leapt into her throat leaving her speechless. Had Jamie told her true, that he hadnae lain with another lass since they became hand-fasted? Was it that he truly loved her?
    She felt both nervous and elated as she began to move on him, and sought confirmation of her efforts from the expression on his face. Gradually, Jamie followed her rhythm, his hips surging against her, brushing the wee bud of sensation betwixt her thighs. Her breathing quickened at the wonder of it, the sensations. Her breasts swayed toward Jamie’s face. Greyness blurred her vision