She kissed him first and wrapped her legs around his waist. Jack’s hands slid to her behind and he rolled over on the bed, so she straddled his thighs.
He rocked her into him hard and lifted his hips off the bed like he wanted to thrust into her.
Isla wanted to feel him deep inside her. She tried to take off his kilt but couldn’t. Her finger shook, her breaths came out in puffs, and she felt a little flush embarrass her as she didn’t know what to do next.
His hands kept fondling her. They moved from her breasts to her waist and then to her neck.
Isla had never considered herself beautiful, but she truly felt like that as he looked at her. His hands encircled her waist again and she looked down before grinding over him.
Jack shifted so she lay on the bed beneath him again, then he undid his kilt, took it off and climbed in the bed. Her eyes widened as she stared at his full length. Isla did not want to hold back, so she reached out to stroke him.
The act gave him pleasure because he flung his head back and growled deep. The expression of sheer ecstasy on his face was her undoing. It made Isla’s nerves dance with the need to hear more from him.
The guttural sound encouraged her, so she repeated the act, and tightened her grip around him. He thrust his hips and pumped into her hand before he stopped her.
Jack took her lips for another long kiss that ended by giving her a light wince. Isla realized he had thrust into her when she felt her body adjust to the feel of his warmth and full length inside her.
Isla’s lips parted and he kissed her senseless before framing her cheeks with both hands and whispering. “Does it hurt?”
She shook her head and swallowed hard. It burned a little but that was nothing compared to the liquid pleasure melting through her nerves. Their gazes locked, and she felt him pulsate inside her. Isla’s senses heightened to everything happening to her body.
She heard every breath he took and felt his heart beating against hers. The way he looked at her made the sensations rise higher inside her.
Isla moved her hips first and Jack groaned. “Dinnae move,” he said. “I dinnae want to hurt ye.” His fingers brushed the strands of hair falling to her forehead away as he spoke, and he kissed the tip of her nose before caressing her cheeks.
Isla ignored him and hooked her legs around his waist. She brought his head down so she could kiss him. His lips clung to hers and her hands trailed down his back until she pressed him deeper into her.
His hands lifted her off the bed and he thrust into her deeply again, then groaned into the side of her neck. His teeth grazed the spot he kissed, and that sent her over the edge. Isla rocked her hips to his as her climax rocked her to the core.
His sweaty skin glided over hers as Isla lifted her hips to match his thrusts. The only sound in the chamber was their heavy breathing and moans.
Isla loved the heat. When he linked their fingers, she closed her eyes and gave herself to the building pleasure in her veins. Nothing else mattered to her but him in that moment.
Time rolled by slowly as they loved each other. Every stroke of his body inside her brought her closer to completion, and with each gasp came his murmurs of affection. She clung to him; her body was his… her heart and soul too.
They tumbled over the edge together. Lips joined in a passionate dance, and bodies one. Every thrust of his hips brought her closer to completion, and her body danced to the tune he set.
She had hoped one night would be enough, but it wasn’t. Jack made love to her again as the birds in the night sky chirped outside, and the heavy wind blew against the leaves of the tree, threatening to bless the earth with rain.
Isla wished to absorb all of him. His scent and passion. She needed to remember for the rest of time to come what it felt like to be in his arms.
His warmth seeped into her and made it even more pleasurable until they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms to enjoy their blissful union.
33
Jack basked in the warmth of having Isla close, and the softness of her skin. He loved every inch of it. The way her soft breaths touched his face and the fervent response of her kisses whenever his lips touched hers. He knew what he must do even as they lay there.
By dawn, he had to let Isla return to her time, and that would be the end. Jack’s heart grew heavy at the thought of never seeing her again.
How would I get her out of my heart?
He had grown fond of her and now imagining his life in his Clan without her was bleak. Jack sighed and tried to focus on the moment they shared at the time.
Isla was fast asleep, her head on his chest and her naked body curled into his. His passion stirred with the need to have her again, and he smoothed a hand down her back to caress her skin and press her supple body into his. He still wanted to make love to her, but he did not want to tire her out.
The things she does to me…last night was amazing, he had never experienced such passion and pleasure before. His heart and body belonged to her now.
Isla murmured some words in her sleep and opened her eyes. She raised her head and looked at him. “Jack,” she whispered in the same sultry tone that made him always want to let his restraints go.