Highland Warrior (Campbell Trilogy #1)(111)

“I made a mistake,” she continued. “And I’m sure I’ll make more. But you hold those around you to a very high standard.” He tensed, knowing she was referring to his brother. “I need to know that you’ll be able to forgive me.”

He felt the stirrings of a smile. “Are you saying that I can be rigid and uncompromising?”

Her mouth twitched. “Maybe a little.” They shared a moment of understanding before her expression shifted again to one of earnestness. “I love you, Jamie. You brought happiness and love back in my life when I never thought to feel that way again. I was wrong to think I could ever make you choose between your loyalty and duty to your clan and to me when they are the same. I’ll never do so again. Knowing that I have your love is enough.” Her voice lowered to a shaky whisper. “If I still have it.”

She lifted her face to his. “Do I still have it, Jamie? Please, tell me it’s not too late for us.”

Her mouth trembled, and his resistance shattered. His thumb wiped the dampness from her cheeks as he looked deep into her eyes. He’d hardened himself to a future without her, but he was relieved not to have to face it. “Aye. You have it, lass. You’ve always had it.”

A smile broke through the tears. “Then that is all that matters. You have my love and loyalty forever. I vow to never doubt you again.”

Jamie arched a brow. “Never?”

She bit her lip. “Well, hardly ever. And not about anything important.”

He laughed and pulled her into his arms. It was good enough.

Caitrina lay in bed, luxuriating in the warmth and security of her husband’s embrace. She nestled her naked backside against him, wiggling closer when he lightly squeezed the breast that he held cupped in his hand.

“You’re an insatiable wench,” he murmured against her ear, and the warmth of his breath at her ear sent shivers of desire down her spine that she would have thought impossible after their vigorous lovemaking of just moments ago. “I need my rest.”

The hardening against her bu**ocks belied his words. She circled her hips against him. “Liar.” He groaned, sliding his hands down her belly to between her legs, cupping her in his deft hand. “I’ve been thinking,” she said, pressing her hips against his hand.

“So I gather.”

“Not about that, you wretch.” She tapped him playfully on the arm but admitted to a certain curiosity about their current position.

His mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck and nape that made her body soften all over again with the tingly rush of pleasure. He kissed her harder as he pinched her nipple lightly between his fingers. “About what?”

Her eyes opened. “You’re trying to distract me.”

“Hmm.” He kissed her shoulder again. “Is it working?”

God, yes. She could feel the round head nudging between her legs from behind as his finger dipped inside her. Her head fell back against his shoulder as his deft stroking brought her to the very brink of yet another torrential storm of pleasure.

Heat poured through her veins, heavy and slow, as he brought her hips back so that her back arched gently to position himself at her opening. She teased him mercilessly, rubbing him with the dampness of her own body but not taking him in. The sensation was incredible, his erection so big and thick between her thighs. She could tell from the harshness of his breathing that her teasing was driving him wild.

Finally he grabbed her hips and gently pushed inside her, stretching her, filling her. She moaned at the sensation. God, what wickedness. His hands were on her br**sts and between her legs, caressing her as he drew in and out with long, slow strokes—letting her feel every inch of him. The pleasure that gripped her was indescribable.

He pressed her back tightly against his body and thrust up high inside her, holding still. She gasped at the incredible sensation as her body tingled around him, as the tremble of release built. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, he slid a little deeper, holding her tight against him until she came apart in a slow, intense shattering that seemed to go on forever. He thrust high inside her again, bringing her hips against him hard in rapid succession as he cried out his own release.

Well after the last shudder had faded, she remembered what she’d been about to say before he’d so effectively distracted her. “You let him escape, didn’t you?”

He went still behind her for a second, but it was confirmation enough. “Why do you say that?”

“You would never allow a prisoner to slip away.”

“Your confidence in my skills is flattering, but I assure you I’m not infallible.”

She snorted. “Tell me the truth.”

He shrugged.

“But why? Did you have second thoughts about what your cousin would do?”

“No. Argyll wouldn’t have liked it, but he would have kept his promise. I just made it easier on him by giving your brother a choice.”

Caitrina couldn’t believe it. “You mean Niall chose to be an outlaw rather than return to Ascog? But why would he do that?”

“I think he had other things he needed to do,” Jamie said gently.

Caitrina swallowed. Because of what had happened, she realized. The fight had become personal, and Niall would never rest until someone had paid for what had been done to the woman he loved. Her heart broke for him, even as it did for herself.