his gaze. Toran swallowed her cry of rapture with a deep kiss, and she rode out the waves in desperate shudders, hips rocking against his hand.
Still holding tight, the only thing keeping her limp body upright, Toran let her leg fall back down, her foot hitting the floor with a thud. She clung to him, afraid to let go lest the rest of her drop down as well.
“That was beautiful,” he murmured against her ear, tugging on the lobe with his teeth. “Your first?”
First what? First everything…save for his kiss. “Aye.”
“That will keep me going—having watched ye fall apart, feeling your body shudder against mine. ’Twas beautiful, lass. Incredibly so.”
It would keep her going too, perhaps even keep her from sleeping.
“Did ye feel it too?” she asked, wondering if he too had felt that explosion of pure ecstasy.
“Not yet.” He grinned wolfishly, and every nerve in her body reached out to him. “But I will.”
Jenny shivered. “When? Now?”
He chuckled. “Soon.”
“Why not now?” It seemed only fair.
His eyes darkened. “God, ye dinna know how much I want to.”
“Let me try. ’Tis only fair.” She had no idea what she was offering, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be too hard. He’d stroked her body the way a soldier oiled and cleaned his weapons, lovingly, thoroughly, until she’d shone from the care of it.
“Ye dinna know what ye’re asking.”
“Perhaps not all the ways of it, nay, but ye can show me.” She reached forward, feeling the rock solidness of him against the wool of his kilt, taking in the way his eyes dipped closed and his lips parted. He licked his lower lip rapidly, eyes opening again to stare into hers. The black pinpricks of his eyes had dilated, thinning the blue. Even though he said nothing, she could see the hope for more in his gaze. “Let me give ye the same pleasure.” Jenny stroked the long, hard length of him and watched Toran struggle to hold onto his control.
“I canna,” he protested. “’Twould no’ be right. I canna use ye ill.”
“What is wrong about it? Is it using me ill for pleasure when I offer, when I want to give it? Was I using ye ill when I took it from ye? Do no’ lovers give their pleasure freely?”
“Aye,” he groaned, as she stroked slowly up and down, marveling at the hardness, the thickness of his appendage.
“Then let me, Toran,” she purred. “Let me give ye the same feeling.”
His hand came around hers, stroking upward, the fabric still a barrier between her bare palm touching his flesh.
She shifted her hand to remove the barrier of his kilt, but he stayed her.
“Let that be something else we look forward to.”
“All right,” she agreed, her voice throaty with power and need.
With his hand showing her how to stroke, she caressed him and then lifted up on tiptoe and pressed her mouth to his, sliding her tongue over his lips until he was kissing her back. A hand came overhead as he braced himself against the wardrobe, his own legs possibly as weak as hers had felt, and she had the sensation he was swallowing her whole. She wanted to be swallowed.
To be utterly consumed by this man.
His hips thrust against her, his arousal sliding at a faster pace in her grip, until he was groaning into her mouth, his body shuddering right along with the wardrobe behind her. A hot wetness pooled in the fabric in her palm.
“Ye’re bleeding,” she said, terrified and unthinking.
“No’ blood,” he groaned and then chuckled. “’Tis a man’s seed.”
“Oh.” She should have known that, shouldn’t she?
Plenty of people had rocked their bodies beneath blankets at camp, and she’d seen animals mate, but now that she considered it, she’d never seen what happened after. Jenny grinned. She’d done it. Pleasured this incredible man, had his seed in the palm of her hand.
“Fascinating,” she murmured.
He exhaled against her hair. “’Tis ye who are fascinating, Jenny.” He kissed her softly.
“Allow me to get ye a towel,” she murmured and then ducked beneath his arm to go to the basin, where she dipped a cloth in water before returning to him.
He turned his back as he cleaned himself up, blocking her view of his nakedness and making her all the more curious to see what he looked like. What a man looked like.
When he was finished, he turned back around to face her and then tossed the cloth into the fire. “No need for evidence to make anyone accuse either of