Chapter 12 #2
He climbed atop her, enjoying the feel of her beneath him, his legs on hers, his belly on hers and his chest in contact with the silky skin of her breasts.
He dipped his head into the crook of her neck and lavished soft, wet kisses there.
The scent of roses and sweetness was thick in the air.
It was her scent and he couldn’t get enough of it.
Her head lolled back giving him room to explore this sensitive spot he’d discovered.
She likes this, he thought. His teeth nibbled a sweet little earlobe and a soft moan escaped her lips.
He was making a mental note of these places and of what brought her pleasure.
Sara’s hands explored his back with feather light touches that tortured his senses.
The pleasure each touch brought was fleeting before moving on to another spot and doing the same.
Her hands finally came to rest on his lower back before squeezing and caressing his backside.
She then managed to get a hand in between the two of them and took hold of his throbbing shaft.
He growled his pleasure. She stroked it in such a way that Logan forgot about pleasing her, but only for a moment.
He regretfully pulled her hand away, wanting to take his time and knowing her skilled hands would take him to the peak long before he was ready.
He wanted this to last and to that end, he took hold of both her hands, pinning them alongside her head.
“Not so fast, love,” Logan said.
Sara licked her lips, sending him into a frenzy of desire and he dipped his head so his tongue could follow hers across her lips.
He freed a hand to glide from her neck to her breast, enjoying the feel of her, so soft and warm.
Squeezing, pinching and pulling her erect pink nipple caused Sara to lift her hips and buck beneath him.
He was keenly aware of every muscle twitch, every movement and every sound she made.
He knew what she wanted, but Logan wasn’t ready to give it to her yet.
He released her other hand and moved down her body.
Logan nipped at her waist and enjoyed the way her body responded.
Another sensitive spot. His next destination was the womanly vee that lay nestled between her thighs.
As he explored, Sara’s sensual movements continued to tell him he was pleasing her.
She opened her legs and he lay between them, gazing up to see his woman overcome by his loving her and begging for more.
No need to ask. He was more than willing to accommodate Sara’s wishes.
His tongue flicked her sensitive pearl and her hips bounced in reply as a soft moan escaped her lips.
His throbbing cock was in search of relief, but he controlled himself, wanting to bring Sara pleasure first. “Do ye like that, love?”
“Mmmm … ”
He’d rendered her speechless. This pleased him so he continued. His mouth masterfully licked, sucked and nibbled until Sara was writhing, her hands in his hair, her legs wrapped around him, on the brink of her orgasm and he stopped, a sly smile on his lips.
“Do ye want me, mo chroi?” he asked, knowing the answer, seeing it on her face.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Logan positioned himself over her, holding her carefully in his arms like a precious gift, and slid into her warmth.
This was what he’d wanted for so long. She was his now.
All thoughts left him as he allowed himself to bask in the sensual sensations Sara had revealed to him.
Her arms and hands clasped him to her as they both rode this euphoric wave of emotion and arousal to its climactic end and then collapsing in each other’s arms.
Logan was overwhelmed by feelings of love for Sara. He gazed at her lovely face as she lay in his arms, eyes closed, sated from their love making. How could he ever let her go?
***
Laying snuggly in Logan’s arms, Sara’s hands explored the silky softness of his skin. A contrast to the solid mass of muscle beneath. Her heart was full of love, happiness and sadness. This might be the last time they would be together and though it wasn’t fair, what could she possibly do about it.
“Sara?” Logan turned on his side and laid a hand on her belly. “I’m sorry things havenae turned out the way we wished. I’ll never ferget ye and I’ll never ferget this time we’ve shared.”
She wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t. She’d hold it inside and keep it close to her heart.
Close to the place where she’d keep Logan when she returned home.
Their time together would be brief, but it wasn’t over yet.
Together they’d make the most of what little time they had left.
And when she left, the only regret she’d have would be that she couldn’t take him with her.
If only they were in her time now, none of this would be a problem.
Rory would be in the hospital, taking antibiotics and would make a full recovery.
He’d marry Aisla and live happily ever after and she’d get the one thing she wanted more than anything in this world - Logan.
Damn the sixteenth century and their lack of modern medicine.
“Logan!” Sara shouted as she popped up to a sitting position. “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe I didn’t think of this.”
Logan was sitting now, too. “Think of what?”
“Edna.” She sprang from the bed and began rummaging through her clothes.
“Edna?”
“She gave me a pouch to take with me.” Sara grabbed her dress and felt around for the pouch. Where could it possibly be? “She put some medicine in it from Dr. Ferguson. Just in case I needed it. I think they’re antibiotics.”
“What is that?” Logan crinkled his brow, looking puzzled.
“It’s something that might save Rory! I can’t find them. Where’s the pouch?” She searched through her clothing a second time. “I had it tied to the underside of my skirt. It’s not there.”
Logan joined her. “Calm yerself. We’ll find it.” Logan began searching all over the room.
“Logan, I was wearing it, why would it be over there?”
“If ye remember correctly, I wasnae careful when I removed yer things, mayhap it ended up across the room or … ” He reached under the bed and pulled out the pouch.
Sara threw herself at him, knocking him over and kissing him all over. “Thank you. Thank you.”
“Thank Edna.” Logan’s face broke into a huge grin. His hands came to her backside as his body suddenly realized they were both naked and pressed together.
Sara smiled, “I will help you with that later, but right now I have to go,” she scrambled off of him and began dressing.
“Where are ye going?”
“The sooner we get these to Rory, the sooner he’ll be well.”
“Will it really work?” he asked as he rolled into his kilt, secured it in place and grabbed his shirt.
“I hope so. He may be too sick for it to take effect, but we’ve got to try.”
Logan stood and pulled Sara into his arms. “I love ye, Sara. No matter what happens I want ye to ken it.”
“I do know it and the feeling’s mutual. I love you.” He kissed her tenderly and softly brushed the hair from her face with his hand. She gazed up into his dark and often unreadable eyes to see softness there. Something reserved only for her.
“Let’s go.”
“Wait. Let me help ye.” He grabbed the lacing of her dress and pulled her back to him where he expertly tied the ribbons and then brushed the folds of the dress around her. “What about these?” he asked picking up her breeches.
“Thanks, but I don’t need those right now. How do I look?”
“Beautiful as always.”
She kissed his cheek and, grabbing his hand, headed out the door to find Kat and Nick.