to her waist. He slipped his fingers under the garment and trailed his hand over her stocking-covered thigh, up to the section where her flesh was bare.
The warmth of his touch burned her skin.
Thinking back to the response letter she’d written Campbell, never had she expected to be in this position with the man. But here she was, her soul and body open to him, to the man who claimed they were eternal mates. The idea of spending eternity with a single lover pleased, Sarina. Or more precisely, spending eternity with Campbell pleased her.
She inched closer to him.
Caressing her sensitive nubbin, Campbell fondled her with a single, but firm stroke.
“Oh…” The word came out muffled thanks to their continued kiss. She wondered if this is was what Elsbeth felt for her father. The whole notion of sex never made sense to Sarina, but not because she didn’t care to experience it, she just hadn’t yet encountered a man who melded so perfectly with her own eccentricities, that she wanted to be this free with. Then came Campbell.
She reached for the fall of his trousers and began undoing the buttons, her fingers eager to feel the length of him, which had grown hard now.
“Sarina,” Campbell said, breaking their kiss. He rested his forehead against hers. “Mayhap this is nae what we should be doing.”
“You said we are mates.”
“Aye and I stand by that statement as MacHendries always know their mates based on their scents. But still…”
“I don’t care to think, Campbell. I am not asking for you to take me to your bed, only to please me, here, in a…safe way.” She knew even by avoiding the form of coupling that would run the risk of getting her with child, she was not avoiding sin. Sex, in all its form when unsanctioned by the Church, was sinful. But if she and Campbell were indeed eternal mates, there was no reason why they could not indulge in some form of pleasure.
She slowly peeled back the fall of Campbell’s trousers and set his jutting cock free. Her heart raced. She skimmed her fingers over his smooth flesh, the hardness under it filling her hand. Her gaze locked with his.
She panted, as did Campbell, who was now trailing the fingers of his free hand along the neckline of her gown.
Her nipples grew hard.
Not able to stand Campbell’s teasing any longer, she momentarily released him, and pushed her gown down, herself, allowing her breasts to fall free.
Campbell gasped, lowered his head to her neck, then trailed his tongue down further until the wicked thing reached her protruding bud and gently flicked it.
A pulse shot to her clit.
Returning her hand to Campbell’s cock, Sarina applied gentle pressure, moving her fingers up and down until she quickened the pace and easily tightened her grip.
Campbell growled against her breast.
She slid her forefinger up and over the bulbous tip of his hard rod. Liquid greeted her skin.
“Ye must stop,” he bit out, his lips brushing against her fully erect nipple.
“But I don’t care to.”
He laughed against her. “I meant ye feel too good. Ye hand feels too good on my cock and I fear I will not last much longer.”
“Do you have a handkerchief?”
He pulled back and quirked one, brown eyebrow.
“I told you I was not innocent when it came to my reading preferences,” Sarina said. “A handkerchief or some piece of cloth will hopefully keep you from leaving a stain.”
“Ach, woman, ye will be the death of me. I had no idea ye were so sinful.”
“Does it bother you? I assure you I have never done what I am proposing to do, only that I have read it in a book. I might not even be good at it.”
Campbell bit his bottom lip, a strained look crossing his face. “If I had kent ye to be out there, and to be like this, I would have swum across the ocean and brought ye to Lycansay Hall, myself, ages ago.”
“Then you don’t mind me having wanton desires?”
He tossed his head back, a hearty laugh rising from his mouth. Leaning back in, he stared her square in the eyes. “Hell, no, Sarina. Nae in the least.” He withdrew a handkerchief from the pocket of his waistcoat and handed it her.
She kissed him, then returned her attention to his cock. As she worked his rod, he continued to stare at her, his gaze alternating between her breasts and her eyes.
“You’re very large, Campbell.”
“God, woman, ye are amazing.”
She parted her lips to