“Why?” Her faint query rang in his ears.
He did not have to hear the soft pad of her bare feet to know she’d moved to stand behind him. The slight weight of her hand pressed on his shoulder and he slammed his eyes shut.
Christ, could she not comprehend that he slipped too close to the edge, what was left of his restraint staggering along a frayed line? There in his bedchamber, with the woman he loved more than life itself, it would be too simple to claim her for his own.
Of all times for his misplaced honor to rear its fickle head, he reminded himself she was a lady, first and foremost. And an innocent one at that, if he wagered a guess. Grasping for the threadbare sliver of his control, he spun to face her.
“Because I shall not stop, Mairi.” Grabbing her around the middle, he hauled her flush against his body and the growing arousal between his legs. “I will not cease until I’ve claimed every part of you.”
Firelight sparkled in her beautiful, wide eyes. “Then I hope you never stop.”
The bold declaration fractured his good intentions into a thousand shattered pieces. Any sound reason he clutched hold of fled completely. In that instant, he did not tuck his tail and run as he’d done in the past. For once in his life, he charged ahead and seized the single thing he desired most.
Chapter Twenty-One
Elation swelled in Mairi’s chest when he captured her mouth in a demanding kiss that curled her toes. Strong fingers tangled in her hair while the band of his arm held her tight against his hardened frame. Lost in the flurry of sensation he awakened within her, she yielded to his firm command. With a final sweep of his tongue, he pulled free of her mouth, leaving her panting to catch her breath.
“Be sure, Mairi.”
The heat in his brown eyes and the thick rasp of his voice slid over her, rushing a shiver down her spine. She’d never been more certain of anything in her life. For more than a year, she dreamed of this moment—when he would finally claim her as his own.
“I am.” The words left her in a breathless whisper.
With a curt nod, he stepped back and bent to scoop her in his arms. In a few long strides, he reached the bed and settled her atop the furs. His intense gaze never left hers as he relieved himself of his boots.
Once his hand gripped the bottom of his tunic, she sat up straighter, her spine as stiff as a board. He swept the coarse linen over his head in one fluid motion, exposing an expanse of his bare skin. For several moments, she could not dislodge her gaze from the dark dusting of hair trailing from the breadth of his chest down to his lean stomach, disappearing beneath his braies.
As he turned to drop the tunic beside his boots on the floor behind him, she spied the white lines marring the flesh along his side. In a flash, her ardor cooled and she scrambled upright on her knees.
“Wait,” she blurted.
He cast her a cautious glance but held his stance.
Curious, she moved closer to the edge of the bed to inspect the old wounds. When her fingers grazed over the marks, his body stiffened beneath the slight touch. She’d noticed the scars the first night she’d arrived but had promptly forgotten them after her warm welcome.
Pressing against his shoulder, she urged him to turn toward the firelight. Just when she thought he might argue, he shifted to present her a clear view of his back. Her mouth sagged at the sight. The pale white lines along his sides widened into a series of crossed darkened strips of raised flesh over his lower back, the unmistakable scars left from a brutal lashing. Frowning, she traced over the smooth, blemished skin.
“What happened?”
With his gaze riveted on the stone wall in front of him, he lifted a shoulder with an indifferent shrug. “My father.”
“’Tis a good thing the man’s dead,” Mairi growled.
He sputtered out a laugh and eased forward to face her. “Aye, ’tis.”
Compelled to comfort him, she wrapped her arms around his middle and laid her ear over the steady thump of his heart. “I’m sorry.”
With this thumb and forefinger, he tugged her chin up. “Do not think on it. I certainly do not. ’Twas long ago. What’s done is done. At least, he cannot hurt anyone any longer.” Brushing a lingering kiss over her mouth, he smiled against her lips. “Shall we continue?”
“Aye,” she breathed.
Sinking back on her heels, she rested her hands over the nightgown covering her thighs and waited for him to proceed disrobing.
Once he loosened the ties of his braies, the pulse in her throat thrummed wildly. Despite her bold nature, a tremor of unease darted through her limbs at her inexperience.
Searching her features as was his usual practice, he raised a questioning brow. “Second thoughts?”
“Nay, ’tis just…I’ve never…” She flapped a hand as if to explain.
Framing her face between his hands, he bent over her and covered her mouth. Each time Aaron kissed her, he scattered her worries and stretched the tension in the pit of her belly tighter. She could spend the rest of her days kissing him and naught would content her more.
Breaking the connection with a slight nip to her bottom lip, he held her elbows, lifting her onto her knees. His hands drifted to the lacings of the gown at her shoulders and she shivered in anticipation. Holding her gaze, he loosened the ties to slide the fabric down her arms and over her chest. Once the back of his fingers grazed over her breast and the hardened tip, she bit her bottom lip.
“Lie back, angel.”
As he helped ease her down on her back atop the furs, he divested her of her gown, leaving her bare to his view. ’Twas hard to not shield herself with her hands as his heated stare appraised every nude inch of her.
Aaron gripped the waist of his braies and the fabric fell away. His manhood sprang free, snaring her undivided attention. The sight of his arousal caught her off guard. Her heart thundered in her ears, while deep breaths wheezed out of her. In truth, she was not sure what to expect but ’twas not that.
“Mairi?”
Her gaze jerked to his.
“We do not have to continue.” A note of concern layered the grate of his voice. “We can stop whenever you wish.”
The words tumbled around in her diverted mind for a moment before she comprehended them entirely. Why the devil should she wish to stop? She wanted this more than anything.
“Nay,” she asserted in a firm tone. “I’ve dreamed of this more times than I can count.”
A slow smile chased away the worry from his handsome features. “Aye, so have I.”
The mattress dipped with his weight as he shifted onto the bed and stretched on his side next to her. At once, the heat of his body warmed her cool skin. His large hand rested over her stomach, and she trembled at the gentle touch. He eased his thigh over hers, settling his knee between her legs. The thickness of his arousal pressed against her hip and she repressed a shiver. With his elbow and forearm propping him up, he stared down at her.
Affection swam in his dark eyes. “That first night when you arrived…I dreamed of you.” His callused fingertips skated over her skin. “Holding you in my arms, I could not believe how real the dream felt.” His lips brushed over her cheek. “That is, until your swift kick to the bollocks assured me ’twas no dream at all.”
At the time, she’d not found one shred of humor in the situation. However, the memory of that eve pulled a laugh out of her. “I was startled.”
“Startled?” He snorted. “Spitting mad, more like.”
Laughter bubbled out of her, her unease lessening more and more. As his traveling hand slipped to her breast, her humor faded.
Shifting upright on his arm, he leaned over her chest and covered one stiffened tip with the warmth of his mouth. His tongue laved at the sensitive flesh, rousing her desires, and a moan fell from her lips. Lost in the feel of his mouth, she lifted her hand to his head, threading his thick hair through her fingers. A slow burn ignited low in her belly, anticipation coiling tighter.
His knee sh
ifted higher between her legs, pressing firmer against her sex. His hand slid along her body to the juncture of her thighs. As soon as the tips of his fingers grazed over her heated center, she gasped and tightened her fingers in his hair. Her body moved of its own accord, as if seeking the pleasure of his touch.
Releasing her breast, he trailed his lips over her chest and up her throat until he reached her lips. He seized her mouth in a demanding kiss which she readily accepted. Immersed in the flood of sensation, she shifted restlessly against him. Itching to touch him, she wedged a hand between their bodies to the stiffened length pressed against her hip and brushed her fingertips over the warm flesh.
His movements stilling, he groaned against her cheek. “Christ, Mairi.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“Saints, nay. Please, touch me.”
Emboldened by his gritted reply, she shifted onto her side and wrapped her hand around the hardened flesh. His eyes slid closed as she explored the silken heat of him. She swiped her thumb over the swollen tip and a shudder racked his frame. He placed a hand over hers, halting her movements.
“Stop.”
The guttural command drew her questioning gaze to his. Passion darkened the richness of his brown eyes. In the next instant, he pushed her onto her back and his large body covered hers. His strong thighs nudged her legs apart for him to settle between the cradle of her hips. His thick arousal brushed her core and the thread of anticipation building deep inside her wound tighter.
Bearing his weight on his forearms, his intense gaze speared through her. “This means forever, Mairi.”
“Forever,” she agreed in a breathless whisper.
His hand slipped between their bodies and he guided the swollen tip of his length to her slick entrance. He stared down at her as beads of sweat formed along his brow. She sensed he waited for confirmation, some sign to continue. As if she would deny him or herself any longer.
Mairi cupped his flushed cheek in her palm. “Do not force me wait any longer, Aaron. Claim me as your own.”
Requiring no further urging, he leaned closer and snagged her mouth the same moment his hips thrust forward, seating himself deep inside her with one swift motion. A gasp of surprise left her throat, but he captured the sound with his commanding kiss.
The bold stroke of his tongue kindled the fire within her, the awkward feeling of his intrusion soon forgotten. With slow, measured movements, he slipped out of her and eased back inside, heightening the desire thrumming through her body.
She ripped her mouth free with a moan and gripped his waist, sinking her nails into his flesh. His parted mouth rested against her cheek, his breathless pants heating her skin. The wave of tension mounting within her drove Mairi to move against him. Drowning in overwhelming sensations, she raised her knees to urge him deeper.
Lost in the unity of their bodies and their colliding passions, she banished every thought from her mind and focused solely on the man she loved with her whole heart. As his thrusts quickened, she closed her eyes and clung to him. Bowing her back, she raked her nails down the taut line of his spine.
With a hand beneath her bottom, Aaron lifted her hips as his strokes deepened. The shift in position pressed against the sensitive bud at her core, dragging a moan from somewhere deep in her throat. Sweat slickened their bodies and she hardly cared a twig. Instead, she climbed higher toward bliss with each of Aaron’s powerful thrusts.
His rough pants lengthened to throaty groans while his driving movements grew unsteady. The burgeoning pressure below her belly snapped, unleashing a torrent of pleasure. Overwhelmed by the flood of release rushing through her frame, she held him tighter as a hoarse cry tore from her lips.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her hip as he plunged inside of her, over and over, until he pressed forward with one final, hard stroke. He ground himself against her sensitive center while a shudder coursed through his large frame. With a harsh, guttural groan, he growled her name against her cheek.
Elation pushed through Mairi’s limbs, leaving her boneless and floating on a blissful cloud. As she held his heated body flush against her own, she reveled in the intimate bond forged between them. She smiled at the knowledge the man in her dreams could not hold a candle to the real man in her arms.
Shifting to rise on his elbow, he gazed down at her. The depth of love present in his eyes swelled her heart to thrice its size.
“Forever, angel,” he reaffirmed with a slow quirk of his lips.
“Forever,” she agreed.
In truth, she would accept no less.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Aaron had no notion of the time of morning, nor did he truly care. He’d awoken earlier with Mairi wrapped in his arms while she sought her much-needed slumber. Content to simply hold her, he raised a hand to her tussled, raven hair, running his fingers through the silken mass. With her leg draped over his thigh, he savored the feel of her smooth skin blanketing his body. He might’ve thought their night of passion naught but a dream, were she not in his arms.
He grinned at the memory of her bold responses and sweet moans. His fiery lass had stripped away the last measure of his defenses, shattering his resistance altogether. He’d lost himself in the welcoming heat of her body, claiming the woman he loved for once and for all. Despite the dawn of a new day, the knowledge still managed to shake him to the core.
’Twas odd how the course of his life had shifted within a fortnight of her reappearance. For the past year, he’d never considered encountering Mairi again. Aside from the solace of his dreams, everything else stretched beyond the realm of possibility. But now, what had initially seemed so far out of reach was there, lying snug against his chest. The wee spark that had drawn them together in the beginning had woven itself into an enduring thread tethering him and Mairi together for the rest of their lives.
He meant the word he’d spoken to her—forever.
As he cuddled her closer, she stirred in his arms. Trailing his hand from her hair, he brushed his fingers back and forth over her arm, lulling her to sleep.
Of course, forever shifted his mind to another pressing matter—the same hulking one that never ceased to pose a problem where Mairi was concerned.
Her blasted brother.
Long after his lass had fallen asleep, he’d lain awake and pondered his next course of action. Letting her go was wholly unacceptable. He’d rather rip his heart from his chest with his bare hand than let her walk away from him. Not again. Not after the amount of anguish and longing they’d both borne in the last year.
Saints, she’d confessed her love and he his. She’d given herself freely and he’d taken without a moment’s hesitation, eager to claim his heart’s desire. In his eyes, ’twas an unbreakable bond. One that he intended to honor with the sanctity of marriage.
To hell with MacGregor.
Aaron would take Mairi as his bride. When she returned to her clan, she would do so with him, together, as husband and wife. Surely, the knowledge would provoke the man, but there was little her brother could do at that point.
Wife.
The mere thought of wedding his Mairi resonated through his heart and brought a satisfied grin to his lips. The impossible hope he’d clutched at had somehow blossomed into a certainty overnight.
Rousing from her slumber, Mairi shifted against him and her fingers glided over his chest before she pushed up on her elbow. The dark fall of her hair swept over her cheek and he brushed the curls over her shoulder. Her sleepy gaze met his and a tempting smile lifted the corners of her mouth.
Stretching over his chest, she fused her mouth to his with a sweet kiss that never failed to throw him off balance and incite his desire to a boil. He tugged her higher over him and the soft mounds of her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. Unable to resist, he deepened the kiss, his ardor for the comely woman in his arms overwhelming him.
As she drew away, she murmured against his lips. “Good day, my lord.”
The huskiness in her
voice darted over his skin, drawing a shiver.
He caressed the length of her spine. “Good day, my lady.”
As Aaron stared into the brilliant gems of her eyes, a notion struck with startling clarity. Naught had ever felt more right or complete than holding Mairi in his arms. ’Twas as if every moment of his life—the good, bad or indifferent—had somehow guided him to this one single, defining moment.
“Marry me.”
For several heartbeats, she stared at him with parted lips.
“What?” The word was little more than a puff of air.
“Marry me, Mairi.”
At once, her entire body stiffened over his. He sensed the shift in her mood as easily as he spied the wariness in her widened gaze.
’Twas hardly the response he sought. In fact, the hair along his nape rose in trepidation.
Shoving off his chest, she shifted to sit upright. She grabbed one of the furs from atop the bed and wrapped the coverlet around her nude body while her brow pinched tight with agitation. Glancing over her shoulder, she reached for the gown he’d tossed at the end of the bed during the night.
As she donned the material, she diverted her gaze. “You know I must return to my family.”
“Aye, I know.” Eager to soothe her worries, he hoisted himself upright and swept her tussled hair from her shoulders. “Allow me to speak to your brother.”
With a roll of her eyes, she snorted. “Saints alive, Aaron. He’ll trounce you in the dirt.”
Slightly irritated, he frowned at the comment. “I’m not certain I appreciate your lack of faith in my abilities to handle the man.” In truth, her reaction bewildered him. “What’s amiss? Do you not wish to marry me?”
Christ, he failed to take that into account. He’d naturally assumed the subject of marriage would please her as much as it did him.
“Of course, I wish to marry you,” she rushed to assure him. “’Tis just that I must return home to take care of matters first. Leave my brother to me. I know how to handle the man.”
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