Needed By The Highlander - Rebecca Preston Page 0,157

that Niall loved her, that Eamon was accepting her presence in his life, that she finally had something she hadn’t realized she’d always been missing… her heart felt like it was going to explode.

Before she knew it, they were in Niall’s room, and he was pressing her back onto the bed, covering her face and throat with kisses that were making her giggle even as they stoked the fire in her belly. Suddenly, the strain and exhaustion of the day were miles away as they undressed each other, drinking each other in, no obstacles remaining to their lovemaking… there was only this, this room, this moment. He paused for a moment to light a few candles around the room, and she took a deep breath as she looked at him in the candlelight. He moved to come to her — and she raised a hand imperiously, her eyes twinkling.

“No. Stay there. I need to admire you…”

“As my lady wishes,” he rumbled with amusement, his eyes glinting with humor as he struck a statuesque pose. Though he meant it as a joke, it only made him more gorgeous… the light glinting from his powerful muscles, the outline of his jaw in the gloom…. she beamed, reaching her arms out for him, and finally, he fell into bed with her, taking her into his arms and kissing her again and again. They lost themselves in one another, rolling across the bed, the covers quickly claiming them as their breathing quickened. Her hands roamed across his powerful body, much braver now than they’d been when they started, and when she caressed his manhood and his head fell back in a groan, she didn’t shy away. Instead, she kept stroking him, drawing pleasure out of his body the way he had drawn pleasure out of hers… and before too long, his passion was too great to contain. He took her into his arms, gazing deep into her eyes as he buried himself in her. She rocked her hips up to meet him, shocked anew at how good it felt — the way it was almost as though their bodies fitted together, as though they were made for one another.

His name was on her lips as he drove her to her climax… and not long after, she heard him groaning hers in her ear as he spent himself inside her. She realized, in the delicious afterglow of their lovemaking, that she never had talked to any of her friends about contraception. They’d hardly been careful… but the more she thought about it, the more she didn’t mind the idea of falling pregnant. A little sibling for Eamon… she couldn’t help but grin at the idea, and Niall stirred, gazing down at her sleepily.

“What are you grinning about?”

“Just thinking of what Eamon would think about a little brother or sister,” she said softly, belatedly realizing that that was a lot to spring on a new lover. Would he be uncomfortable that she was already thinking such thoughts? He was the one who was having unprotected sex with her, she thought with a defensive thrill. But Niall only smiled, reaching down to kiss her gently on the forehead.

“I don’t think either of us would survive another Eamon,” he said.

She giggled, wrapping herself in his arms. “Maybe not. But this one would be part me.”

“Even worse! The only thing stopping Eamon from destroying the castle is that I can outsmart him. A child of yours would be far too bright for me.”

She giggled, full of love for him as she propped herself up on one elbow. “You’d like another child, though? Not that I have any immediate plans, but… well, things happen when a man and a woman do the things we like to do together.”

“Like to do and are extremely good at doing,” Niall said softly, grinning at her. “But yes. I like the idea of a playmate for Eamon. Being an older brother might calm him down a little.” He hesitated. “Of course, the new child would have to take the spare room…”

“I see,” she said softly, tilting her head. “Are you asking me to move into your quarters, Niall Grant?”

He ducked his head, grinning. “If you’re so inclined, Helen Washington, yes I am.”

She laughed delightedly. “If I’m so inclined! Your bed’s much better than mine.”

“Is that the only reason?” he teased her, moving close, claiming her lips in a long, passionate, lingering kiss that set her smiling.

She considered the question thoughtfully as he broke away.