HIGHLAND GAMES, CENTRAL VIRGINIA
Out in the field-The Festival- Present Day
It didn’t take long for them both to get back to exactly the same point they always got to when they were together—hot and bothered.
His hands roamed freely down her back covering the soft curve of her delectable backside as he pressed in closer.
A moan escaped her lips from the fire of desire pooling between her thighs at his merest touch. Being with Gavin was hot—so hot! How could she ever find someone else to even remotely get her as hot as he did? What would she do when he was gone? Turn into a hermit again? Read books and wish she was the heroine? Even as much as she loved her books, her friends, that kept her company on many a cold night—they were never as fulfilling as the real thing or hot as this, as being with him.
Those fantasies were short lived but Gavin was real—as real as her love for him. And knowing he would be gone soon, increased the ache for him yearning deep inside as his hands slid down into the back of her jeans.
Gavin was thinking much the same thing. He didn’t know what he would do when he was gone from the lass in his arms. She had become more to him than a means to an end. Somehow, she had shoved her way into his heart and taken up residence there and he wasn’t sure he could get her out again or if he even wanted to. Jillian, who he thought was the love of his life, his only love, was now a distant memory, one he didn’t even want to ponder any longer.
Both so enmeshed in their own thoughts and desires, riding on the crest of their passion for one another—neither noticed the mists swirling over the damp grass towards the tree where they were intertwined.
Feeling emboldened by the fact that this was probably going to be their last time together, Paige dropped one of her hands from his shoulder and slid it down the front of his kilt, reaching underneath until her fingers curled around his jutting erection. The skin, soft, velvety, sprang upward from contact.
“Och lass,” he hissed between clenched teeth as soon as her fingers touched him.
“You like that?” She nuzzled his neck, nipping playfully with her teeth on his tender flesh as her hand caressed his length.
“Aye, that I do,” his voice was deep, husky, the passion he was feeling evident in the way he spoke.
Returning the favor, he pulled out one of his hands from the back of her jeans and slid it down between the juncture of her thighs.
Her body clenched, on the verge of having an explosive orgasm just from the heat of his touch.
“Ye like that, lass?” He rubbed harder.
“Yes…,” she nearly yelled, pressing closer to the exquisite torture he was eliciting from her with the merest of touches. A fire was building, hell, it was more of a raging out-of-control wildfire at this point—she felt like she would explode at any moment.
Gavin couldn’t define what he was feeling—it was all encompassing. Every nerve, every fiber of his being was sparking with desire. He felt it from the tips of his toes to the top of his head—he was utterly, totally, enraptured by the feelings coursing through his body—and he didn’t want it to end…
“Take these off, lass,” he said, pulling at her jeans.
Paige reached down and quickly unfastened her jeans. In one swift jerk, she pulled them down along with her panties and stepped out of one side. Her other foot was caught in the bag strap, but she didn’t even care.
Gavin grabbed her free leg and lifted it to his side until the tip of his erection pressed against her wetness. “I can no wait,” he said gruffly, fighting the urge to thrust deep inside of her before she was ready.
“It’s all right,” she told him, holding on.
“Are ye sure?”
“Yes!”
He readjusted, and in one deep push he was inside. “Och, lass,” he moaned in bliss as his mouth captured hers once more.
Lost in the moment, she let her body take control and forced her mind on only one thing…her love for Gavin. In moments, her orgasm tore through her with shattering force.
Feeling her pliable body writhing in his arms was his undoing. Two more thrusts and he too, found his own explosive release.
Gavin held her body in his arms and stroked his hand down her hair for what would surely be the last time as a mixture of his emotions warred within. He wanted to yell out the injustice of it all—how was he going to live without her? Without her smiling face, even her shrewish tongue—oh, how he would miss it all. But what was he to do? Tell her how he felt? But how could he, knowing he would soon be gone from her forever?
Paige was trying hard not to bawl her eyes out. She tightened her grip on him. She didn’t want to let go. She was afraid the moment she did, he would disappear from her grasp and she would never see him again.
And even though theirs was not the love story written in books, she loved him and she was pretty positive, well, almost positive, that in time he would someday realize he felt the same for her. But if he was gone—how could she ever make him see that?
In the end, it didn’t matter because as they held on to one another, battling their emotions, neither saying what they should to the other, the mist made up their minds for them and ripped them both back to the past.