“I’ll be right there,” Isla said in a faint voice and Jack nodded before he took his hand off her cheek.

He went to his chamber and washed up quickly. He was putting on clean léine when a soft knock came on the door, and Isla came into the chamber.

She stopped at the entrance after closing the door and held the tray of pie in her hands.

“Come in, Isla” he said to her, his eyes not leaving hers for a second as she walked to the table and placed the pie there.

Jack walked over to her, then sat on his bed. “Thank ye.”

He patted the side of his bed showing that she could sit, and Isla lowered herself to the bed.

“Come on, try it,” she urged.

He took a bite of the pie, closed his eyes, and savored the taste of apples and cinnamon blended into it. “Hm, this is amazing,” he said to her.

“Moira taught me to make it,” Isla replied with another wide grin. “I wanted to do something for you, and I remembered you eat a lot of pie whenever we dine together so I decided to make some for you.”

“Ye noticed that?” he asked.

Isla nodded and smiled. “I did.”

Silence filled the air after her answer, and Jack slowly felt the tick of his pulse and rising hunger.

Isla was right here, on his bed, and her lips were more beckoning than ever. He wanted to taste her and fill himself with her taste.

Jack put a hand on hers that rested on her lap, and he said in a husky tone. “Stay with me tonight, Isla. I want to be with ye tonight.”

22

Jack’s words made her heart swell, and she drew in a deep breath because she needed it. Her skin tingled where his hand touched hers, and her cheeks burned with the same fire that already consumed the rest of her body.

She wanted him to touch her body and make her feel his heated passion without holding back. Isla knew he wanted this too… she could see it in the way he looked at her.

She didn’t know what to say to him. Words had suddenly failed her, and her lips only parted when he slowly drew closer to her, and gently kissed her.

Her eyes closed, she savored the brief contact and felt her desire rise like a tornado inside her. Heat flooded the pit of Isla’s stomach, and her toes curled with it.

She wanted to stay with him tonight too. It was her first time staying with a man, but her body already shivered in anticipation of what would happen.

Isla had read it in books numerous times. While her friends like to imagine and talk about it, she preferred to read as she was knowledgeable. Now that she was with a man… with Jack… she couldn’t think of what to do besides letting him pull her closer to kiss her again.

It was like she drank from his lips because the next kiss made her drunk. Isla tasted the pie on his lips and licked before she kissed him back. His hands had moved under her earasaid already and she could feel his fingers grazing over the garters she wore under.

She moaned, then he tipped her back on the bed.

“I want to feel all of ye,” Jack murmured against her neck. He kept kissing her in different places. Isla didn’t know how to handle all the sensations that swamped her at once.

Her body started to tremble when he parted her thighs and rested himself there. Jack kissed her lips again, then tipped her chin to one side so he could kiss his way down her neck to her breast exposed in the earasaid she wore.

She felt vulnerable, and her hands wandered over his back too so she could feel his sinew muscles and enjoy his hardness.

She cried out when his hands strayed over the swell of her breasts. The heat was too much to bear, but she wanted it anyway. He pulled at the sash holding her earasaid together in front, then pushed the sleeves down her shoulders and exposed her breasts to him.

Jack didn’t hesitate to take one nipple in his mouth. Feeling his hot tongue and the heat from his lips on her sensitive skin there made her buck her hips off the bed.

“Jack,” she gasped. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her body coiled tighter, and knew she was wetter than ever now.

“Let me feel ye, Isla,” he murmured in a thick voice that didn’t sound like his own. Jack made her relax on the bed again then he moved from one nipple to the other and teased it with his tongue.


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