Two Kinds Of Truth(73)

A slow burn ignites in the pit of my stomach and I look back at him with the same intensity. He rises and gently pulls me towards him, his hands then sliding across my shoulders and up behind my neck. And as his fingers entwine in my hair, I close my eyes.

His body shifts closer to mine and my heart flutters, my mind spinning when his lips touch mine. His tongue slips into my mouth and he tastes so good, like sherbet lemon mixed with wine. When he pulls away, my eyes shoot open and he guides me closer to the fire.

“I want ye so badly, my balls ache,” he says, huskily, and I giggle, not too sure whether I should be flattered or insulted.

The flickering flames warm our bodies as we stare at each other for an age. I don’t move, and neither does he, both lost to one another, and it’s sublimely divine. Jamie’s hands snake under my jumper and I feel his fingers slide against my skin. He bows his head and his kisses are no longer tender but filled with longing. I let out a low moan as my own passion mounts, and he lifts the jumper over my head, unhooking my bra.

Urgently, I unbutton his shirt and he throws it to the floor, quickly taking off his trousers as I unzip my jeans and pull my bare legs free. I lie naked on the rug as the sound of the fire snaps and crackles around us, then Jamie kneels and his arms stretch out beside me. With such tenderness, he leans forward and gently lies on top of me. As the flamelight flit across his face, I trace my fingers along his shoulders, sending ghostly shadows dancing across the walls. He has become my sun, my moon and stars—my everything.

Stroking my hair, Jamie rasps “Maddie,” my name magic on his lips.

“Yes,” I whisper, “what is it?”

“Are ye willin’ to have my bairns?”

“Bairns? That’s plural?” I gasp between hot kisses.

“Aye, well, I want at least four.”

My breath quickens as he angles himself over me, his body resting on mine, the pressure too delicious to bear.

“I’ll have as many as you’re willing to give me,” I say with tenderness, and he kisses me again as we move together as one, the heat from his body seeping into me, and I let out yet another low moan.

“I love you,” I say softly.

“And I, ye,” he breathes, lifting his hand so I can take it. “I’ll ne’er let ye go,” he whispers in my ear, and I pull him closer, wrapping my legs around him, contented he’s mine forever.

He lets out a groan and his body shudders then relaxes, his back now covered in sweat, and presently he looks down at me, his eyes soft, and I kiss him warmly and smile.

“Our first child will be a boy,” I say. “And we’ll name him Alasdair James McKinley.”