Page 65 of Highlander Unraveled
“Och, my love,” I murmured, biting her lower lip and sucking. “I’m so glad I found ye.”
“Me, too. Me, too...” She kissed me hard then, tightening her hold on me, driving her hands through my hair and tugging hard at the base of my skull.
Tendrils of pleasure radiated through my body. I loved the way she touched me, claimed me as her own, even as I did the same.
Emma rocked back and forth on top of me, her knees settled beside me, and then she was riding me in earnest, set on finding release. I held tight to her hips, hissed a breath and forced myself not to climax right then and there. It was hard not to lose complete control when my wife took over the pace. Any sense of control was loose and slippery in my grasp, and I stopped fighting it. Stopped trying to grasp hold, and instead, I rode the waves of her pleasure, kissing and swallowing every sensual moan.
18
Emma
When I woke on the chill, damp cave floor, it was to Logan’s whispered words against my cheek. “We need to go now.”
His arms were still around me, my back flush to his chest. We’d slept for hours. I couldn’t be sure just how long, but the sun had set, and the cave was nearly pitch black except for the silver-hued shards of water falling.
I nodded, rolling in his arms and clutching him to me. One more embrace before we were once more running for our lives.
“Fold your gown up into your satchel again,” he said. “Else, ye’ll be draped in cold water the whole night through and without the sun, ye’ll not be able to get warm quick enough.”
I started to undress, goose bumps skating over my arms and legs. I was grateful for the heat, which always seemed to radiate from his skin.
The moon shone on the surface of the water, making it sparkle black and gold. We slipped in, unseen, and even though I was prepared for the bite of its chill, I still had to grit my teeth. The water came up to my waist.
Neither of us said a word as we crossed to the left side of the shore. The water didn’t get shallower as it did on the far side, but stayed at about waist level. The floor of the spring was covered in slippery stones and moss. I tiptoed carefully, not wanting to slip and make a splash.
Logan tried to tug me into his arms, but I thought I might actually be warmer using my own muscles to pull my weight through the water. But, since it wasn’t too far of a distance, I didn’t end up exerting enough energy to make a difference. Logan paused at the shore, his hands flattened to the bank. I stilled. He pointed to his ear, to let me know he was trying to listen for any unusual sounds before getting out.
Not hearing anything, he nodded and then wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me effortlessly onto the bank. Then, he all but leapt from the water, landing on his feet beside me.
Shivering, I clamped my jaw tight, to keep my teeth from chattering. I pulled out my dry gown and put it back on, the cotton fabric soaking up the water on my skin and my underwear. I’d gone without a bra… Big mistake as it would have kept me warmer. Then again, it would have been soaked right now. So, maybe it was better that I’d left it at Moira and Shona’s house.
Logan’s plaid, which had dried through the hours we’d spent in the cave, seemed to have remained so. He’d balled it up once more, tucking it close to his body as he leapt through the falls. He’d held it over his head as he crossed the small pool, not letting it touch. I eyed it with envy, but didn’t dare ask for his clothing.
“Love,” Logan said, and I glanced at him. He was gazing down at me, the corner of his lip turned up in a grin. “Put this on, at least for a little while, will ye? Judging from where we are, there is a village close by that we can pilfer a few items, unseen, to make the journey home.”
“I can’t take your clothes,” I argued.
He held out his arms. “I’m wearing my shirt. Just for a little bit, until ye feel warm enough to share it.”
“All right. But only for a little bit.” As he passed it to me, I kissed the back of his hand. “Thank you.”
I wrapped his plaid around me, only mildly damp at the edges; it held a heat to it that my simple dress did not.
“Anything for ye, love.” He stroked my spine, and hugged me close for several heartbeats, rubbing warmth back into my bones.
We started to walk, a brisk pace, me taking at least two steps for every stride of Logan’s. I started to warm up quickly, even had a tiny prickle of sweat on my upper lip.
About an hour or so later, the flat lands to our right rose up in unnatural square and triangular shapes. A village.
I shoved Logan’s plaid at him and whispered, “Just in case. I don’t want you to be confronted without a plaid on. They’ll think you’re a miscreant of some sort, not recognizing you as their laird.”
Logan let out a soft chuckle. “Wouldn’t that be a story for the ages? Their laird sneaking into their village, practically nude, to steal from them?”
I laughed, and then bit my lip to silence myself. We’d not seen or heard any English since leaving the falls, nor any Scotsman—outlaw or no. We’d been pretty darn lucky actually, since leaving, and I prayed it remained so. Of all people, we deserved to have a bit of luck on our side.
“Stay close.” Fully dressed, Logan crept forward, bent slightly at the waist, and I did the same, not wanting to take a chance of being noticed.
A remote village like this would have at least one sentry on duty. About a hundred yards from the settlement, Logan dropped to his knees tugging me down.
