Page 68 of The Eagle

Looking into his eyes, she knew he was truthful as his own were shiny. “I love ye Stuart. Kiss me again.”

The kiss became passionate quickly. She parted her lips for his tongue to push past and raked her fingers through his hair wanting more of him.

When she slipped both hands under his tunic to feel his skin, Stuart’s breath caught. Needing no further urging, he pulled it over his head then took her hands and placed them against his chest. “I am yers, Cait.”

At first, she was tentative, slowly sliding her palms over the surface of his muscular chest, then to his back. Wherever she touched, Cait could feel his restraint.

“Ye have a beautiful body,” Cait whispered.

He cupped her face and lifted it so that he could kiss her as she continued to discover him.

It was not surprising to find that her vest was untied and her top unbuttoned shortly thereafter. Stuart turned her around, and while his lips traveled down the side of her throat, he managed to untie all the bindings of her skirts as well, until they were in a puddle at her feet.

He lifted her into his arms and walked to the bed where he lowered along with her to lay beside her.

His mouth closed over hers. His hand traveling under her chemise, sliding over her skin, sending ripples of awareness to every inch of her body.

While trailing his tongue from her throat to her breasts, Stuart removed his breeches leaving himself completely naked.

Cait lifted her head wanting to see him, but all she could see was his head and shoulders. Curious as to what would happen, she slid her hands down his sides imitating what he did. Stuart lifted his head and smiled at her.

“Marry me, Cait.” His hand slid between her legs and she gasped at the awakening tingles.

His fingers delved between her folds touching her in a way that made her take a sharp breath.

“Say ye will,” he insisted.

“We should ensure…ah.”

He began circling the very core of her sex with his fingertips and she had to grip the bedding in an attempt at control.

“Say yes,” he whispered in her ear, as he continued the slow, torturous, movements.

Cait couldn’t breathe. She gasped trying to take in more air. Unable to control herself, she lifted her hips urging Stuart to take her to that forbidden place. The one she remembered from their time in the forest clearing.

“I cannot wait. Please…”

“Say ye will marry me,” he insisted. “Or I will stop.”

“Yes!” she cried out and then dissolved as he pinched her lightly sending her into a fast spin.

Cait grabbed his hips. “More,” she urged. “Stuart.”

“Are ye sure ye want to take things further?” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice caught. “I love ye, Cait. I am willing to wait.”

“I do not wish to wait any longer. I am done waiting,” Cait replied nodding. “I am very sure.”

When he lifted to take himself in hand, she finally saw his sex. It was not what she expected. It was rather appealing. Longer and thicker than his hand, it was flushed and quite hard.

The sight of his arousal made the heat between her legs intensify and she marveled at the sensations. How was it possible for it to happen?

“Do ye feel it too?”

“What do ye feel?” He asked testing her entrance. “Relax, beauty.”

She inhaled sharply at the tight fit. “A bit hot down there. Wet.”

“Aye, I feel that way as well.”