Page 56 of Wild Highland Rose
"Hush." He placed a finger over her mouth. "There's been enough talking." With one swift movement, his lips replaced his hand. Marjory felt his tongue trace the contour of her bottom lip, and opened her mouth in response. Her insides turned to liquid fire, their tongues thrusting and parrying almost as if they dueled. Marjory wondered, briefly, what they battled for and then lost the thought as his mouth left hers and strayed to the curve of her throat.
The blanket he'd given her fell to the floor. She moaned in ecstasy, feeling a place deep inside her tighten and throb with need. No one had ever made her feel this way before. She reached for his head, pressing it into the soft skin of her throat. She shivered with delight as he followed one tender wet kiss with another. Her hands curled instinctively into the soft silkiness of his hair.
She tipped back her head, offering herself to him. He licked lightly at the swell of her breast above where the other blanket covered it. Suddenly she wanted more. Much more. Her nipples hardened and she wondered what she was anticipating, butalmost as quickly as the thought came, it fled in the wake of sensation.
She was on fire, and somehow she knew, innately, that Cameron was the only one who could put it out. He tugged at the knot at her shoulder. She pushed his hand aside and slowly released the knot, allowing the blanket to fall to the floor. Skin met skin as he sighed, pulling her close, accepting her offering, letting his body heat warm her. His hands massaged the small of her back, circling lower to cup her bottom.
His manhood pressed, hot against her thigh, and a curious sense of elation filled her. This was the way it was supposed to be between a man and a woman. She didn't know how she knew, but she was certain.
He bent his head, his mouth covering her breast. All thought stopped at the rough feel of his tongue as it laved her skin. He sucked, briefly, at the peak, releasing it and blowing softly. Marjory felt, as much as heard, the moan that escaped her lips, coming from somewhere deep within her. She pushed against him, wanting more.
He smiled. She could see the white of his teeth in the shadowy light. Lifting her up into his arms, he held her against his chest, and she marveled at the feel of his skin against hers.
"You're sure?" A shadow flickered across his face. "This doesn't change anything." The words came out a mere whisper, but Marjory could not mistake the meaning.
She reached up to cover his lips with her finger, to stop him from saying anything more. "I want you, Cameron." She met his gaze. She had never been more sure of anything in her life. Her body cried for his in a way older than time. Whoever he was, for tonight at least he belonged to her.
He walked to the pallet and gently laid her on the makeshift bed. She shivered as the cold air washed across her. Instinctively, she raised her arms, calling to him, offering himall that she had, all that she was. He bent and stripped off his trews. She gasped at the sheer size of him. He stood before her, a warrior. Her warrior.
He gently laid himself over her, resting his weight on his elbows. Their eyes met and she sucked in a breath at the desire she saw reflected in the depths of his eyes. He bent to kiss her again. This time as softly as a butterfly. She felt her own desire rising. She wanted more from him. So much more.
She shyly reached down and circled his strength. He sucked in a breath and she stroked the length of him, amazed at the combination of velvet and steel. He deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, reveling in the feel of his weight against her body.
He stroked the side of her hip, sending ripples of pleasure washing through her. His lips wandered down her shoulder, placing light nipping kisses as they passed. Reaching her breast, he pulled it deep into his mouth and began to suck. She cried out with the joy of it, sensation rocking her, pulling at her very core.
His hand stroked along her belly, inching lower, tangling in the curls at the apex of her thighs. She tightened, squeezing her legs together. He lifted his head, meeting her gaze. "Trust me."
How many times had he said this to her? And always, always he had held true to his words. A fleeting image of Aida crossed her vision. She fought against it. She would not let that woman in here. Not now.
With a breath like a sigh, she relaxed her legs. His mouth again found her breast and she tipped back her head, wanting more. His hand caressed the length of her thigh. Her body tightened in anticipation and she held her breath, waiting for his fingers to move higher.
With one finger, he parted the satiny folds that guarded her secret most place. In an instant, he was inside her, his fingerstroking, stroking, stroking. She arched against him unable to control the shudders that rocked through her. Her muscles clenched at the sensation, and she wondered how a body could stand this kind of pleasure.
His lips left her breast and he trailed long tender kisses along the soft swelling of her stomach, the combination of his mouth and hands making her wild. She moaned with disappointment when he removed his finger.
"Patience, Marjory mine, patience." His voice was rough with emotion.
She writhed against him, desperate for more, crying out when his mouth found the sweet soft core of her, his tongue darting in and out, in and out, until she thought she'd explode. Sensation surrounded her, driving her higher and higher, until there was nothing but fire and need.
He changed the rhythm, moving higher and circling her tiny nub with featherlike strokes, faster and faster, until the world burst into shards of color. She reached for him, holding on as spasms of pure joy racked her body. Never had she ever dreamed she could feel like this.
Slowly, slowly, she began to come down, her body still trembling. She opened her eyes and found him watching her. She smiled tentatively, suddenly unsure. He reached for her face, caressing it with the back of his hand. "You're beautiful."
Her heart soared.
"There's more. Can I take you there?"
She nodded, unsure if she could survive any more pleasure, but afraid to not take the chance. He pushed up onto his elbows and bent to kiss her, the taste of her still on his lips. His tongue ravaged her, sliding into her mouth and thrusting with a rhythm that matched her own. She felt the fire building again and marveled at the power of her need. She wanted him now more than ever before. And this time she wanted to be together.
"I want you." She hadn't realized she'd spoken the words until she saw the answering desire flash in his eyes.
With a quick twist, he positioned himself above her, his eyes never leaving hers, and then he pushed himself into her. She opened her legs, welcoming him, wanting to take him deeper and deeper still, to sheath him in her heat, to make him hers, forever.
Slowly, he began to move and she felt a rhythm begin. Matching her body's movements to his thrusting, she met him stroke for stroke, feeling a burst of fire with every pulsing beat. Body against body, soul against soul, she felt them unite as they rose higher and higher on each wave of pleasure. Together, they rode the wind, each stroke taking them nearer to the sun until, with a blinding white light, she felt herself break into a million pieces, felt his arms tightening around her as he found his own release.
Lost in a cloud of ecstasy, she drifted slowly back to earth, feeling the warm security of his arms and knowing that, for once, the demons could not get to her. With a sigh, she snuggled into his side and allowed herself to sleep.
Waking,Cameron shifted, trying not to disturb Marjory. She was beautiful. Not in the artful, bottle-it-and-sell-it kind of way so common in his century, but in a natural, what-you-see- is-what-you-get kind of way.
