Wishes Fulfilled
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Iain laughed as Geri raced across the pasture. It was one of his better decisions to bring her with him. A number of years older, she still had the innocence of youth. She made him see his home in a new light.
The heather seemed so much brighter. The faint smell the flower gave seemed more fragrant. Air taken for granted was more crisp, more fresh. Perhaps a part of it was living in such a large city for so long, but a lot had to do with seeing for the first time from her eyes.
The wind played with the hem of her cotton sundress, tossing it about, allowing him brief glimpses of pale legs. His body tightened. Awareness grew of his hands pressed tight against the side of his leg. He still hungered for her and wondered if he would ever be full. Her eyes, full of play, her husky voice, the way she unconsiously ran a finger down his arm, all sent blood roaring through his veins.
Centuries of history rushed to the fore, demanding that he take what was his. And she was his. She had known it before he did, delighted in it. His lass was a very different sort.
She loved the wildness of the desolated place he called home. Even his father approved of her, something that still astonished him. She must have bewitched the old man, just as she had casted a spell over him.
Smiling, he watched her stroll back towards him. She stopped frequently, something new catching her eye. She had told him the loneliness of this place wouldn't bother her, but he'd had his doubts. Now he couldn't imagine her back in the city, she belonged in the openness.
Tomorrow he had a surprise. Donald had agreed to let him borrow two of their horses. One of her wishes had been to ride the coastline and he was planning on fulfilling as many of those dreams as he could during their brief vacation.
"Lass, come hither. I've got a mighty hunger." He called out as she approached within hearing range. She slid into his arms as if she had always been there.
A soft smile lite her face. "Ah and a growing lad must be fed, no?" Her tongue traced the skin above his sweater.
Iain groaned as his body sprang to life. Burying his face in her auburn hair, he took a deep breath. As always he tried to place the fragence that seeped into his memories of her, and as always he failed. Cupping the curves of her body, he lifted her against him. His arousal pulsed against her hips. " Aye, a growin lad must be fed."