A Laird for All Time Angeline Fortin (comprehension books .txt) 📖

missed the music of her time.  Usually she had those white cords coming out of her ears all day long.  Music just made her happy.  Humming along, she propped the player on the side of the sink as she prepared the sink with warm soapy water to hand wash her delicates in.  Tim McGraw and Faith Hill’s ballad “Let’s Make Love” was playing.  Emmy undeniably felt the message in that song.  Wiggling out of her camisole, she started to sing along.

Connor entered her room to check on her despite her declaration that she could take care of herself but paused outside the bathing room hearing her voice and thought she was talking to someone.  No, she was singing softly to herself again as she had the previous day.  Easing a look around the corner, he was captivated by the sight of her.  Her back was to him as she pulled her short silk shift up her back exposing the long line of her back.  Over her head it went and into the sink.   She fiddled with something for a moment, her long hair unbound to her waist and swinging from side to side as she tossed her head first one way then the other.  She turned slightly giving him a glimpse of her tantalizing silhouette.  Her full breasts encased in a white lace contraption he was unfamiliar with but stirred by. She wore that tiniest bit of lace that barely covered the luscious curve of her buttocks again.  The sight of it aroused him easily.  Her legs were long and muscular.  Her stomach flat.  Her long hair swinging across her back and shoulders was like a caress he could actually feel.  He had not seen it down before but it was captivated by its shiny length.

As she reached up behind her to unclasp the lacy covering from her breasts, the well-toned muscles in her stomach and back flexed.  She was a healthy lass to be sure and there was no denying the beauty and appeal of her body.

She dropped that garment into the sink before her hands next slid into the top of her lower piece of clothing.  Emmy pushed it down slowly exposing a colorful scrolling of loops and spirals on her skin starting just at the top of her buttocks and twisting up her spine.  A tattoo?   Where would she have gotten a tattoo?  Why would she have done that?  It was hypnotically entrancing though, he thought.  It made him want to kiss it or follow its trail with his tongue.  Perhaps that was the point.  He scowled as the wondering and jealousy roared to life within him again.  Had other men thought that very same thing when seeing it?

The words ‘make love’ drew his attention to her song as she kicked off the lower garment and scooped it up to toss it in the sink as well. “’Do you know what you do to me?’” She crooned softly almost under her breath.  “’Everything inside of me is wanting you, needing you.  I’m so in love with you.’”  She sang this last with such heartfelt feeling that it caused a gripping ache in his chest.  “’Look in my eyes, let’s get lost tonight…in each other.  Let’s make love, all night long until all our strength is gone.  Hold on tight, just let go.  I want to feel you in my soul.  Until the sun comes up…let’s make love.’”

Connor needed no further invitation beyond her softly sung appeal, the words and the way she voiced them incited undeniable lust in him.  Approaching behind her, he slid his hand around her ribcage and cupped her breasts from behind.  Buying his face in her hair, his lips feasted on the side of her neck.  She squealed in shock and surprise leaping away from his.  “Connor!  What are you doing in here?”

Emmy nearly tripped on the cord of her ear buds as they were jerked out of her ears.  The phone landed with a thud on the floor in her haste to back away as she scooped up a towel and held it against her breasts.  The final tones of the country song dissolved with a tinny farewell as the cord for the ear buds was pulled out of the phone.

“I wanted to make sure ye were feeling better.  I knocked but ye didn’t answer,” he lied blithely approaching her in what could only be defined as a predatory manner.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“That was obvious.” Connor followed her as she skirted the edge of the room.  “Yer song was quite…moving.”  He cornered her before she reached the door.  “The words most provocative.  Was that yer intention?  Och lass, give over, won’t ye?  I want ye so verra, verra much.”  His big hand cupped her shoulder as he bent his head to softly nuzzle her lips before sliding around the curve of her back to cup her buttocks.  “I must have ye.”

With a moan, Emmy flung her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body fully against him.  This was just no time to be prudish.  She wanted him badly herself and his tender plea utterly did her in.  “Oh, Connor!  Okay, okay…you win,” she sighed against his lips before capturing them in a hot kiss.

He groaned in triumph and defeat.  Wrapping his arms around her waist he raised her up against him, devouring her mouth over and over.  He pressed her up against the wall and Emmy’s legs came up of their own accord to wrap around his waist.  Her surrender brought a shaky breath from Connor.  “Och, lass, ye make me tremble like a schoolboy,” he confessed surprising himself because it was profoundly true.  His arms were trembling, his breath shallow and uneven, very much like a lad with his first woman.  He felt so blessed yet so eager.

Emmy marveled in his size and strength as he held her against the wall.  She felt petite and desirable.  She had never felt so before.  Already her breath was coming rapidly, her