Page 44 of A Thistle Beyond Time
“To us,” Cormac repeated, clinking his glass with Jenna.
They sipped their champagne, eyes locked on one another. Cormac set his glass down first and drew Jenna into his embrace. Wrapped in his strong arms, Jenna could feel the muscles rippling as he stroked her back. His large hands encircled her waist as he stepped back and spun her around so her back was to him. He skillfully unzipped her dress, which glided over her soft, curvy figure ever so slowly as it headed for the floor, leaving Jenna in nothing but her tiny lace thong and high heels. Cormac’s sudden intake of breath told her he obviously liked what he saw. She cupped her breasts with her hands as she turned to face him shyly. His hands rested on her shoulders momentarily and then his fingers brushed across her chest. He gently put his hands over hers, moving them out of his way.
“I would like to see ye, Jenna,” he said, his voice husky with passion.
She gazed up into the deep blue depths of his eyes, watching as they took in every inch of her from head to toe. He led her to the bed, where she sat as he knelt in front of her and began to remove her shoes.
“I dinna believe I’ve ever seen shoes like these,” he smiled up at her, holding one of the strappy heels in his hand. “I like them verra much. I like them, almost as much as yer tall boots,” he added, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He placed the shoes on the floor by the bed and standing, removed his jacket. Jenna sat watching what was turning out to be a very seductive striptease. His shirt came next. She realized she had been holding her breath and gasped for air at the sight of his glorious physique. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Her eyes were riveted to the waistband of his pants, knowing what was about to happen. Cormac unbuckled and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Jenna gasped and her eyes went wide at the sight of a fully naked Cormac standing within easy reach.
“Did I frighten ye, lass?” Cormac teased, with a knowing grin on his face.
“No. No, not at all,” Jenna teased back. “Let’s just say, I’m pleasantly surprised.”
He knelt down in front of her again and she wrapped her legs around his torso. “Just making sure you don’t try to get away.” She smiled alluringly.
“I dinnae believe ye need worry. I dinna intend to go anywhere, but right here.” Pushing her back onto the bed, Cormac unwrapped her legs and hooked a finger on either side of her panties, pulling them off and tossing them away. Rising from his knees, he lowered his body, covering hers easily with his large frame. Jenna looked up at him as he rested himself on his forearms. She gently touched his face, examining each feature, committing it to memory. If he was leaving in a few days, she wanted to be sure that this moment and the moments to come were readily available for her to recall this special night. Her hands went around his neck again and she pulled him down closer to her lips, which she grazed across his chin. His hot breath tickled her ear as she brushed her face against his razor stubbled cheek. Her own breathing was becoming ragged at the feel of his hands caressing her sides and her hips. His lips kissed a trail from her cheek down to her breasts, where he took one and then the other into his warm mouth, swirling his tongue across and around her pebbled nipples. The pulsing between her thighs was becoming insistent with need as she wrapped her legs around him once again, this time nestling the hardness of his swollen manhood against the softness of her moist center. She thrust her hips against him and he threw his head back and growled, coming back to nuzzle her neck with his nose.
“Dinnae tempt me, Jenna, or I’ll take ye right now,” he groaned.
“I’d like that,” Jenna gasped.
“Aye, I ken ye would, but I believe ye’ll like this as well.” Cormac winked at her as he slid down her body, his kisses tickling her waist, her hips, and her thighs as he guided his fingers into her warmth. Jenna’s breath came in gasps and her heart beat wildly in her chest. His thumb grazed her sensitive nub and she closed her eyes giving herself up to the sensations running rampant through her body. She opened her eyes to see Cormac watching her. “Do ye like it, Jenna, love?”
She couldn’t answer him, because her whole body was vibrating, humming with emotions. Jenna was under his spell. She felt his mouth on her, and her frenetic breathing increased as she slipped over the edge and was flooded with the most amazing sensations she had ever had.
Cormac slowly climbed up Jenna’s body, a smug smile lighting his face as his hands found her breasts and his lips met hers in a crushing kiss. It couldn’t get much better, Jenna thought, but somehow it was. Cormac’s rock hard shaft pressed into Jenna’s satiny folds, which were so sensitive she jumped at his touch. She could feel his smile on her lips as his tongue entered her mouth, playing languidly with her own. He thrust himself further into her and rested momentarily before beginning a sensual dance. His long dark hair hung like a curtain around Jenna’s head. The staccato of his movements brought her close to release one more time as his frenetic pace increased and he relentlessly pounded into her. She cried out and Cormac answered her with a husky growl and one final thrust. Jenna held tight to Cormac, and they both panted from their efforts, as he rolled onto his back. In heaven, she rested her head on his solid chest, her body covering his as she closed her eyes and sighed happily.
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Having Jenna here in his arms was merely a dream when he first arrived; a dream, which he was pleased to note, had finally come true. His feelings for her had blossomed over the last few days and he suddenly felt confident Jenna would join him when he returned to Breaghacraig in two days’ time. A satisfied smile made its way across his handsome face. He’d found the woman who would be his wife. He would be sure to thank Edna when next he communicated with her. Cormac propped himself up on a pillow, pulling Jenna closer and covering them both with a soft blanket.
His gaze lit on Jenna’s face just as she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. “Jenna, my Jenna,” was all he could say.
“Cormac,” she breathed, a shy smile lighting her lips. She reached her hand up, fingers brushing his lips. He captured her hand in his and softly kissed it. She scooted up a little higher and kissed his cheek. “You were wonderful,” she said. “When can we do it again?” Jenna giggled brazenly.
“Whenever ye’d like, love.” Cormac’s heated gaze let her know he was ready at a moment’s notice.
“How about now?” Jenna asked.
Cormac didn’t need further invitation as he seared her lips with another burning kiss.
Chapter 14
The smell of bacon and coffee tickled Jenna’s nose. She slowly opened her eyes, to find that Cormac was wide-awake and watching her and she suddenly remembered what she’d been doing all night and with whom. A lazy smile crossed his face as he reached out to caress her cheek.
“Good morning,” Jenna managed to mutter as she stretched and sat up. The aromas from the kitchen had her mouth watering and her stomach grumbling. “If you’re here and I’m here, who’s cooking breakfast?”
“I heard yer cousin Dylan come in a short time ago. At least I believe ’tis he, based on the singing,” Cormac teased.
“What time is it,” Jenna looked around frantically, in search of the answer to her question.
“Oh, my gosh, it’s almost eleven! I never sleep this late!”
“I dinnae think ye did much sleeping, love.” Cormac had his eyes trained on her suggestively. “Do ye not remember?”
“How could I forget,” she giggled. “But I have to get up. I have to call Bill about the restraining order and then I thought I’d take you across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. Maybe we could have dinner there.”
“I’d like that, but are ye sure ye wish to leave this bed?”
