Wild Highland Rose (Time Travel Trilogy, Book 2) (34 page)

"Grania asked me to bring this to you."

The sound of her voice broke the spell his imagination was weaving.  He jerked upright in the tub.  Faced with the real thing, he felt his body tighten and knew that the reality of her was no less an aphrodisiac than his imagined version had been.

"Thanks."  Silence loomed awkwardly between them .  He had an absurd desire to cover himself, even though the water was effectively doing it for him.  Her eyes drifted down the exposed part of his body, reflecting the desire he felt continuing to rise beneath the water.  She took a hesitant step toward him and then stopped.  Their eyes met and held.  He drew in a breath and was just getting ready to reach for her when she suddenly swore under her breath.

"Are you daft, man?"  She crossed the room in three strides, flannel still in hand, and disappeared behind the bed curtains.  "You've left the window open.  Do you want to catch your death?"

He smiled as he waited for her to finish the task, settling back against the side of the tub. Ever his practical Marjory.

The main door swung open with a loud creak.  "Welcome home, Ewen."  Aida sidled into the room.  She was wearing another embroidered slip.  The woman evidently didn
'
t own any proper clothing.

"Aren't ye going to invite me to join ye?" she purred, pulling her slip down to bare a shoulder.

He groaned.  There was no sound from behind the bed curtains, but he knew Marjory was there, listening to every word.

"Look, Aida, now is not a good time for this.  Why don't you just put your clothes back on and we'll talk later?"  He emphasized the word talk, but apparently nothing he'd said got through to her, because she took another step forward and slid the gown lower, baring a breast.

"Ewen,
mo chridhe,
I
'
m ready."  He turned, stunned to see Marjory emerge from the bed curtains, clad only in the plaid.  It opened suggestively as she walked towards them.  "Oh, Aida, I didna hear you come in.  'Tis glad I am you're here, however.  Would you be a lamb and run down to the kitchens?  I'm afraid we're out of wine and I'd so like some more.  Wouldn't you, my heart?"

Cameron could only nod, his voice having plummeted to some part of his anatomy heretofore unknown.  He couldn't take his eyes off her.  She was magnificent.

Still looking at Aida, Marjory dropped the plaid and gracefully stepped into the tub.  "Do hurry.  As you can see, we've no other needs right now."  She gave Aida a queenly smile and sat down.  The feel of her body against his sent a tremor running down his spine.

"I'll do no such thing.  Ye can fetch yer own wine.  I
'
d like to know what this is all about, Ewen?  Surely 'tis only a jest.  Ye canna possibly prefer a woman like her o'er a woman like me."  She thrust out her chest, making Cameron think of a highly plumed bird, strutting its stuff.

He struggled for words.  His mind had deserted him entirely, his body lost in the feel of the woman in the tub.  "This is no jest, I assure you."  His voice came out a hoarse croak.

Marjory placed a gentle hand along his cheek, sending tremors of need streaking through him.  "Let me tell her,
mo chridhe
."  She turned her attention back to Aida.  "I'm afraid there is no gentle way to say this.  So listen well.  Ewen belongs to me.  You seem to have forgotten that he is my husband and that this is my home.  And since we obviously no longer have any need for you, I'd like you out of here now and out of the tower at first morning light.  I'm sure we can find someone to escort you home."  She smiled sweetly and then turned her attention to back to Cameron, effectively dismissing the other woman.

"Ewen, surely yer no' going to let this woman treat me like that?"  Aida stood her ground, but wrapped her arms around her waist, a certain sign that she was no longer feeling as sure of herself.

"My wife has spoken, Aida.  It would be best for all of us, if you honored her wishes."  It was all he could do to get the words out, but if Marjory could stand up to Aida, the least he could do was support her.

Aida's mouth dropped open.  The scene was oddly gratifying.  Something tugged at his memory, but was gone before he could identify it.

"You heard my husband.  Go."  Marjory waved a hand regally in the direction of the door.  "And dinna forget the wine."

Aida narrowed her eyes in anger.  "Ye'll regret this Ewen Cameron.  I gave ye all that I had to give and I'll no' be tossed aside fer the likes o' her."  She whirled around and ran from the room, slamming the door behind her.

Marjory sagged forward and she started to push herself out of the tub.  Cameron reached for her, pulling her back into the now tepid water, holding her against his chest.  He stroked her hair and fe
lt silent sobs wrack her body.
"You were
amazing
."

He tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.  Emotions ran riot across her beautiful face.  Embarrassment and triumph, elation and sadness.  He leaned forward, kissing her gently on the lips, tasting the salt of her tears.  He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, caressing her back with his hands.  He could feel every inch of her body pressed against him and delighted in the knowledge that she was as aroused as he was.

She opened her mouth to his kiss and their desire took flight, the kiss deepening and taking on new meaning.  He felt her rock against his groin, the soft silkiness of her inner thighs caressing his engorged manhood.  With a moan, he gathered her in his arms and stood, stepping carefully from the tub.

He walked to the bed, and laid her reverently on it.  Turning back, he reached for the toweling she'd dropped.  With gentle hands, he began to dry her, his fingers caressing every inch of her flesh.  She lay still, her eyes closed, offering no comment other than an occasional moan when his hands found a sensitive place.  Drying himself hurriedly, he stretched out on the bed beside her, his heart pounding out his need for her.

She opened her eyes, revealing deep pools of blue filled with desire.  His mouth found her shoulder.  With hot, wet kisses, he trailed his tongue down her arm, lingering on each of her fingers, pulling each slowly into his mouth.  She shuddered and began to writhe against the soft linen of the sheet.

He rolled on top of her, pinning her with his body.  Sliding down the silky length of her, he began at her toes.  Caressing each one with his mouth, before slowly making his way up her legs, kissing first her ankles, then her knees, and then the soft flesh of her thighs.  He lifted his head, meeting her fevered gaze.

She mouthed the word 'please', her breath coming in harsh gasps, her legs opening for him.  His body ached with his need, but he wanted only to give her pleasure, a reward for her bravery and strength, for all she had so willingly given him.  He needed to please her, to make her writhe with ecstasy, needed it almost as much as he needed to be inside her.

He lowered his head to her thighs and plunged his tongue into her, tasting her sweetness, reveling in the fact, that at least for the moment, she belonged to him.  He felt her fingers rake through his hair as she pressed him closer, bucking against him.  He held her legs, holding her still, his tongue finding the tiny knot that marked the center of her desire.  He flicked at it lightly with his tongue and then drew it into his mouth, sucking gently.  She arched against him and he felt an uncontrollable surge of masculine pride when she screamed his name.

He kissed her once more, and then moved upward, until his mouth found her lips.  Her body shuddered beneath his and his need to possess her grew to almost unbearable proportions.  He framed her face with his hands, drinking in her beauty.  Her blue eyes met his, still glazed over with the power of her release.

She tangled a hand in his hair, pulling him close, kissing his ear, taking the soft lobe between her teeth and tugging at it.  He shivered and felt the heat in his belly begin to spiral out of control.  Rolling onto his back, he pulled her with him, so that she lay on top of him.  With a smile, she slid down his body, stopping to kiss his nipples, her tongue rubbing them to erection.  The sensation surprised him and he reached to pull her back for a kiss.

"Nay, 'tis my turn now."  She laughed softly and slipped from his grasp, moving lower, her tongue finding the throbbing hardness that marked his manhood.  The wet heat of her mouth against his already over sensitized skin almost made him explode.  She circled him with her tongue, tasting and exploring.  When her mouth finally closed over him, he felt a cry rip from somewhere deep inside him.

With shaking hands, he reached for her, pulling her against him.  She arched her back, sitting up, her legs straddling him, and with a shy smile, lifted her body and then lowered herself, carefully sliding down onto his aching
penis
.  His body rose to meet her, plunging deep into her welcoming heat.  Hands on her hips, guiding her, they found the rhythm.  He closed his eyes and allowed the sensations to surround him, to surround
them
, for he could feel her heat wrapping around him, holding him secure as he flew apart, the world turning to shards of bright light.

Slowly, slowly he drifted back to the soft nest of their bed.  Marjory was draped across him, her passion spent.  With a contented sigh, she stroked his brow, her fingers tracing the broad planes of his face.  He raised a hand and covered it with his own.  His eyes met hers.
 
"Marjory, mine."  His voice was hoarse, but the words, and their meaning, were clear.  She smiled at him, her joy reaching out and touching him.

Marjory, mine
.  The words repeated themselves in his head, echoing in his heart.

"Hold still, I canna do this right with you jumping about like a wee hare."  Marjory shot a frustrated glance at Cameron as she tried to fold the recalcitrant pleats of his plaid into some semblance of order.  It didn't help that just touching the man through the layers of wool sent her body into shivers of anticipation.

"I'm trying, but the damned thing keeps wrapping around my neck.  I miss blue jeans."

"Blue jeans?"

"Yeah, denim."  He sighed.

She marveled, briefly, at the thought that an article of clothing could cause such longing.  "I've never heard o' such a thing."  She pulled the wool tight around his waist.

"They're pants.  The uniform of my century, really."

She shot him a blank look.  Pants?  Uniform?  His words were gibberish.

He sighed again.  "Never mind.
"
  He pushed at the end of the plaid hanging loose over his shoulder, threatening to undo the entire process.

She grabbed it just as it began to fall, and with a frown in the direction of his face, pinned it neatly into place at his shoulder, forcing herself to ignore the implications of his words.  "All done.  I'll be more than glad when you've mastered the art of this and I dinna have to do it any longer."

"Are you saying you don
'
t enjoy touching me?"  He gave her a teasing smile echoed in the amber depths of his eyes.

She caught her breath, amazed that her passions were so easily ignited.  "Nay, I dinna say that at all.  I merely meant that I would rather spend the next fifty years taking your plaid off, no' putting it on."  She shot him a shy smile, amazed at her own boldness, but felt it quickly fade when she met his somber gaze.

She wished desperately that she could unsay the words, but they hung between them, as solid a barrier as the thick plank of wood comprising the door to the sleeping chamber.  "I wasna…I mean, I dinna…."  She stopped, unsure of how to proceed.

He sighed and tried for a smile, but it came off more of a lopsided grimace.  "I know what you meant.  It's just that we don
'
t have fifty years and I guess I feel honor bound to keep reminding you of it."  He looked almost pained and she felt her heart constrict.

"Well, you needn't.  I know you canna stay and I wasna trying to convince you otherwise.  'Twas no more than a comment made in the moment.  Dinna concern yourself with it."

He moved to stand in front of her, his breath stirring the tendrils of hair around her face.  "But I am concerned with it, Marjory.  I care about you and I don't want to see you hurt."  He stopped, guilt washing across his face.

"
You canna protect me, Cameron.  The heart is no
'
something you can control.  But dinna fash yourself.  I
'
ll be fine.
 
'
Tis no
'
new for me to lose the people I care about.  And I
'
ll handle it this time as I have before.
"
  She swallowed, forcing herself to smile.  There was no sense in adding to the pain. 
"
I'd no' trade a minute o' it, but when the time comes for you to go, I'll survive.  So quit your worrying.
"

"Marjory…"  He moved to take her in his arms, but she deftly side-stepped him.  If he touched her now, she
'
d surely fall apart.

"I said I'd be fine and I meant it."  She looked at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.  "We'd best get a move on.  They'll have expected us at the table by now and we certainly dinna want them coming to find us."  She blushed, despite herself, and spun toward the door, her eyes blurring with unshed tears.