“You want to teach me something else new?” Surely he wouldn’t say no. “Because I promise I’m up for the lesson.”
He chuckled then rocked faster. “What wonders do you wish now?”
“We’ve already agreed on it being everything.” She sighed as he continued to rise and fill her. “I’ve missed you, Alex.”
“I’m right here, lass.”
“I know.” They were finally one, as they always should have been.
“I dinnae intend to relinquish you. Are you ready for everything?”
His words sent a thrill through her, and his kiss took her places she more than desired. Below he stroked deep, as if touching the very heart of her. Her new handfast husband didn’t know it yet, but he’d opened a new world of sensation she had no intention of giving up. She wanted more, and as much as could give her in whatever time they had.
He increased his rhythm then rubbed her clit. Oh, sooo good. She moved with him, giving him more of the friction he’d asked for before.
“Come when you wish.” He pushed his long length in then drew out, his kisses matching the same ebb and flow as below.
Her orgasm built. “I want this to last forever.”
“Nay, I need to hear you scream my name.” He grinned, and with one decisive flick of his finger over her clit, he made her come, so staggeringly fast.
Crying out his name as he’d wished, she convulsed around him. She rode the waves then crashed hard as he suddenly stiffened and jerked out. He groaned as if in pain before spilling himself on the bedding.
“Are you all right?” She rolled toward him. “Alex?”
“Aye. I cannae risk getting you with child.” He seized her hand and held it firm over the heavy beat of his heart. “The first time I couldnae stop, but I must no’ come inside you again.”
“What? Seriously? I don’t believe that actually works.”
“It does. I’ve yet to father a bairn.”
He couldn’t father one with her anyway. Should she tell him?
Yes. She didn’t want any lies between them. She wanted the trust she’d already placed in him to grow.
“Alex, whether you do that or not, I won’t get with child. I’m safe for a couple of years.”
“Impossible.”
“It’s true.” Argh, what would it hurt if she told him she was from the future? They were wed, and she’d already given him her body. He deserved to know the truth. “You asked me how I arrived here alone and unescorted. What if I said, I came from the future? A time centuries from now and a place filled with wonders beyond your imagination. Women can actually take contraceptives for protection. That’s what I’ve done.”
He groaned. “Again, impossible.”
“So, you won’t even consider I speak the truth?”
“Anne.” He edged up on one elbow, looked her in the eyes. “I dinnae wish lies between us. There’s no need for it.”
“Which is why I’ve decided to tell you the truth.” She cupped his cheeks, leaned in and kissed him. “I truly am from the future, but I understand if you don’t believe me. Maybe in time, you will.”
“Your words dinnae always make sense, but these less than any other. I’ll hear no more of this nonsense.”
She wouldn’t push him. Speaking the truth had lightened her heart, no matter his answer. Instead she kissed him again.
He moaned and she writhed against him. Such sweet agony. He returned her kisses, and she accepted the full length of his cock and the pounding rhythm of his sensual thrusts.
Time. Surely all it would take was a little time.
Chapter 4
As the dawn hour neared, Alex stirred and dragged himself out of bed. Anne remained curled on her side under the sheets, an enticement he had to leave behind. She certainly deserved her rest after last night. He hadn’t been able to cease making love to her, as if every moment counted.
He dressed quickly before he succumbed and returned to her. His men would be waiting for a hard day of training after such revelry the day before. Downstairs at the edge of the great hall, he halted next to Alan, his trusted man.
“Alex, I didnae expect to see you so early.” Alan scratched underneath his chin as he arched one thick red brow. “How is your wee bride this fine morn?”
“Abed, and no’ to be disturbed.” He crossed his arms. “Has there been any word from Fergus?”
“Nay, and he took Hawk.” Hawk, their carrier pigeon, would be sent home once Fergus had sufficient word to convey.
“Good. Then report to me the moment Hawk returns.” He clapped Alan on the back then continued to the dais and broke his fast with a steaming bowl of porridge and honey.
His men were jovial, eager to get outside and practice and he yearned to do the same. He rose, and his warriors scraped their chairs back and joined him. They moved in a steady stream out toward the yard.
“Anne. There you are.” Mary lifted her teal skirts and hurried along the passageway toward her.
She’d only taken one step out of Alex’s chamber. “Good morning, Mary.”