His eyes were filled with lusty intent. “I need to be inside you.”
Her cunny melted. She could not withhold her pleasure and gave a throaty chuckle in response to his declaration. Stroking his length, she flashed her eyes at him to let him know how much it pleased her.
With a low curse he stood and drew her up alongside him.
Gratefully, joyfully, she kissed his mouth, cheek and jaw.
With a heartfelt sigh, he lifted her off her feet.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling up at him. He carried her to the bed and rolled her onto her back, pushing up her skirts as he did so, and climbing between her legs. His fingers roved over her mound until he found her swollen bud. “I missed you in my bed.”
Those words thrilled her. “And I missed being here.”
Even while he stroked her nub, making her moan and writhe beneath him, his cock stretched her open and slid into her slippery entrance.
Measure by measure, he filled her, until she felt him at her very center and she sighed with relief and clutched at him.
He buried his head at her throat, kissing her there while his hips worked his length into her in shallow thrusts.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and stroked his shoulders with her hands, hungry for every sensation.
To be united this way with him, after all that had been said and done, made emotions assail her. She blinked back the tears as her hips rolled to meet his, grateful for every blissful, breathless point of contact.
“Gregor, I am undone,” she whispered, as her peak grew imminent.
He lifted his head and met her gaze. “Come to me, my precious harlot.”
The muscles in his neck stood out as he worked her faster, chasing after her.
She cried out, joy spilling though her, and when she came, he would not let her look away as he pumped himself into her, making her entire body burn and throb.
Afterward, he rolled her next to him and she nestled there, gloriously happy.
“The task, Jessie?” he asked, when their breathing and heartbeats had returned to normal.
Say it, she urged herself. “That you will stay by my side and be my protector, as you were last night, for a while longer.”
His expression remained serious. “I have taken my reward, so I suppose I must accept the task.”
She was about to respond when she saw the twinkle in his eyes. “Does the task offend you?” she teased.
“It will be no easy undertaking, I am aware of that.” He kissed her softly beneath her chin, breathing against her skin as he spoke. His hands covered her breasts, still sensitive, still trembling in the aftermath. “To be a protector, to a wild woman such as yourself…”
He sighed loudly.
She poked him, forcing him to look at her. “Gregor.”
He laughed. “Of course I will assume the task.”
“Would you…would you truly make your way to the Highlands with me?”
“Aye, Jessie. Why not? You are right in what you say. We turned out to be a good match. Last night all I could think about was pulling you out of that place, and I despise the fact that circumstances got in my way.” His face tightened with regret.
“Hush. You were there for me. We are both safe.”
He laughed. “I warrant it will be no easy task, but there is nothing here for me anymore, and my life at sea seems distant to me now. I may return to it one day, but you and I have become connected, and perhaps it is no bad thing that I find my land legs once more.” He stroked her hair with one hand, and kissed her forehead. “Would you accept me as your protector, if I promise to do a better job of it?”
A disbelieving sigh escaped her, and she touched him with trembling fingers. “You did a good job of it.”