Free Kilting Me Softly: 1 by Persephone Jones Page B

kiss encouraged him, urged him not to stop.
    “Yes.”
    “Say you’ll let me make love to you forever and ever.” Conall’s words changed her. Not just physically and emotionally, but on a spiritual level. At his touch, the raw wound inside her healed and she stirred with longing. She surrendered to him and held back nothing of herself. Her hips lifted against him higher and higher, grinding against him, offering sweet surrender.
    “Yes. I will, I will, I will.”
    “Ah God, I can feel you…” His breathy sigh confessed the fading grip on his control.
    Seeing him in such a state of arousal made her mad with desire. She knew he was coming and she ached for it, yearned for it with her entire being, rocking her hips with his to a guaranteed path to bliss. “I can feel you coming.”
    Yet a sliver of the pain was still there. Megan would never know this ecstasy, this joy. And to think on it if only for a split second was not perverse but somehow reverent. This was love. Love was what made life worth living. And the notion that someone she loved would never experience this wondrous miracle broke her heart.
    The sweat-drenched sheet in her grip, she yielded to the euphoria usurping her pain and let the marvelous rapture take hold. Conall let out a cry that sounded as much like surprise as relief at the grand emotions radiating through every cell of his body.
    Something about this mating had been different, more powerful, richer. Flush with the warmth of their afterglow, he held her against him.
    “Forgive me.”
    “For what?” she asked, her heartbeat returning to normal.
    “You know what for.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “For the first time.”
    While it was true that she’d never been taken in such a forceful manner, Morgan was far from wounded by it.
    In the darkened room, she couldn’t see his shame but could hear it in his voice. “I’m not accustomed to behaving in such ways.”
    Moved by his consideration of her, she caressed his face. “I’m all right.”
    He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek. “You bring out the beast in me, Morgan Keevy.”
    Morgan smiled a tired, sleepy smile. “I think I’m in love with your beast.”
    She could tell her words had stunned him. Rolling over, she brought him against her and pulled his arm around her. “Sing to me?”
    “Aye.” His voice came out in a soft rasp.
    Within seconds, she was asleep.
    Can ye no hush your weepin’
    All we wee lambs are sleepin’
    Birdies are nestlin’ nestlin’ together
    Dream Angus is hirplin’ oer the heather
     
    Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell
    Angus is here wi’ dreams to sell
    Hush ye, my baby, and sleep without fear
    Dream Angus has brought you a dream, my dear.
    * * * * *
     
    Morgan awoke eager for a shower. Sluggish and sore from repeated lovemaking, she needed a hot bath to soothe her muscles. Ever the gallant champion, Conall offered to brave the cold water that came out of the faucet first. On his way around the bed, she made a playful grab for his obvious erection. He scolded her for taking advantage of his morning arousal. Served him right for being so delicious.
    “You’re lucky I’m letting you out of this bed to eat. I could order room service, you know.”
    Giggling, she fell back against her pillow and stretched. The plan was to get showered, fortified with something edible, packed and moved to another location as soon as possible. While she was in the shower, Conall would call the hotels and inns in the area and make arrangements. As well as make a few false reservations to throw Ciaran off their trail.
    She assumed Conall’s idea would be to send her home. She would refuse of course and a battle of wills would ensue. The real question was who would win the duel. She was almost too tired to think on it.
    Morgan yawned and reluctantly sat up, her limbs heavy with fatigue. Smiling, she listened to the man groan with relief as he stepped into the shower. She rubbed the dry