Page 53 of The Outlaw's Bride
Lachlann took hold of her right thigh, lifting it so that she could wrap her leg around his hips. An instant later her core was pressed against the rigid length of his shaft.
Instinctively, Adaira arched up, moving her hips sinuously against him.
Lachlann groaned loudly. He almost sounded as if he was in pain. He clasped his hands around her naked buttocks and ground her against him.
An aching pleasure spread through Adaira’s loins. She writhed against him, searching for something nameless, something that teased her, tormented her. Something just out of reach.
Lachlann leaned back from Adaira a moment, tearing his mouth from hers. His chest was heaving, and in the glow of the moonlight she saw the strain on his face. His eyes were dark and luminous. A light sheen of sweat now covered his skin.
“Ye have no idea,” he ground out, his voice ragged, “how much I want ye, Adaira. I could lose control. If ye wish me to stop, it has to be now.”
Wild need reared up within her. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.
He drew in a sharp breath. “I don’t want to hurt or scare ye.”
“Ye won’t.” She reached for him, dug her fingers in his hair, and pulled him roughly to her for a bruising kiss.
Lachlann’s tongue tangled with hers, all hesitation gone. Then with one hand, he reached down and unlaced his braies.
Breathing hard, Lachlann freed his shaft. Adaira reached down to touch him. Her trembling fingertips traced him. His rod quivered and pulsed under her touch, its tip slick with his need.
Excitement ignited deep in Adaira’s belly. She’d never known what sensuality was till that moment, what it meant to want someone with every part of one’s body.
Her breathing came in short gasps as he grasped her hips and spread her thighs wide. The slick heat of their bodies connecting caused a whimper to escape her. He held her, pressed at the entrance to her core.
Nervousness fluttered up under her ribcage. This was really happening. Once they did this, there was no going back.
Slowly, taking his time, Lachlann slid into her. The sensation of him filling her, stretching her, made her moan. A deep aching pleasure spread through her lower belly, before a sharp pain made her catch her breath.
Lachlann stilled, letting the moment pass and waiting for her to relax against him once more. Then he slid the rest of the way in one smooth movement, so that he was buried deep inside her.
Adaira raised her chin and met his gaze. It was almost too much to look at him, too intense, too raw. The pain had been fleeting, and the feeling of exquisite fullness that replaced it, made her quiver.
Holding her hips tight, Lachlann began to move inside her in slow, deep thrusts.
Adaira sucked in a breath, and the trembling in her body increased. How good it felt. Her body sang with pleasure.
“Lachlann,” she gasped. “I don’t … I can’t…” She wasn’t even sure what she was trying to articulate. It was just that she could feel a tension building within her, like a rising tide behind a seawall. It scared her just a little.
“Let go, Aingeal,” he whispered. “Give yerself up to it.”
And she did. Her head fell back as tension rose to its peak within her, and a great wave of pleasure crested the seawall and slammed into her.
Lachlann’s body went taut. He threw his head back and gave a deep, raw groan. Then, they collapsed against the oak together, limbs tangled, bodies spent.
Chapter Twenty-two
What will ye do now?
SHIVERING, ADAIRA PRESSED her back up against Lachlann. Once the glow of their lovemaking had faded, the cold started to gnaw into her bones. Yet Lachlann’s body burned like a furnace compared to hers, and when he wrapped his heavy mantle about them, a sigh of pleasure gusted out of her.
Adaira felt a rumble in his chest as he laughed. “Better?”
“Aye,” she murmured. “Much.”
They fell silent then. A sense of well-being unlike any other Adaira had experienced settled over her. His warmth cocooned her. She listened to the rhythmic whisper of his breathing, the steady beat of his heart. The scent of leather and warm male skin enveloped her.
She felt Lachlann place a gentle kiss upon the crown of her head. “Are ye comfortable?”
