Free To Marry A Scottish Laird by Lynsay Sands Page A

Jo, it was the latter option. She definitely felt more than a pinch. In truth, she would have compared it to someone stabbing her with a blade. Not that she’d ever had that happen, but if she had, this was what she imagined it would have felt like.
    Much to her relief, Cam stopped moving when she cried out. They were both still for a moment and then Jo forced her eyes open to look at him uncertainly. He stared back briefly, and then shifted one hand from her thigh to slip it between them just above where they were joined. When he began to caress her again, she nearly released an exasperated sound, quite sure he wouldn’t be able to stir up any interest after that shot of pain. But she’d barely had the thought when she felt the first stirrings of her rekindling desire.
    Cam still didn’t move, remaining fully imbedded in her as he patiently worked to rouse her once more, and in the end it was she who began to move. The pain not quite, but almost forgotten, she began to shift against his shaft, knees rising and heels digging into the ground as she began thrusting into his caresses, unintentionally riding him as she sought that release he’d already given her once.
    He let her have her way for several moments, but then Cam gave up caressing her and clasped her hips to control her movement as he began to thrust in and out of her, in and out. At first Jo was disappointed and even a little frustrated, but then he shifted and changed the angle somewhat so that his body rubbed against her core and she closed her legs around his hips to egg him on. This time when she found that release she sought and cried out, Cam cried out with her, his hands tightening on her hips and holding her tight against his body as he poured his seed into her.

 
    Chapter 5
    J OAN STR AIGHTENED FROM CHECK ING ON THE pheasant she had roasting over the fire and glanced to Cam’s sleeping face for about the hundredth time. He was still sleeping soundly and the sight made irritation flicker through her before she turned to pace to the water’s edge and back. She then did it again. Jo had been pacing all day, ever since he’d made love to her.
    All right, it hadn’t been all day, she acknowledged silently. Cam had collapsed next to her after they’d both cried out with release. Lying on his side beside her, he’d then thrown one leg over hers and one arm across her chest and promptly fallen asleep. Jo had actually slept too for a little bit. She hadn’t been able to help herself. Her body had been trembling and weak in the aftermath of what they’d done and she’d just dozed off there with him. She didn’t think she’d slept long though. The sun had still been creeping upward in the sky when she’d woken up sometime later.
    Jo had remained where she was briefly, listening to Cam’s steady heartbeat next to her ear, but then had eased out from under his arm and leg and got up. The first thing she’d done was dress, and rather quickly too. The worry that Cam might wake up and see her naked making her move with more speed than grace. Then she’d sat beside him, berating herself for acting like such a ninny. The man had seen her naked, most intimately in fact, and yet she was going to go all shy about his seeing her again?
    She’d followed that up with berating herself for letting him do what he had, or for doing it with him, since it wasn’t like she hadn’t been a party to it. Joan had reminded herself that she didn’t want to get with child, and that she had no desire to be some dalliance for a noble, and that a dalliance was all she could be to Cam. Certainly nobles didn’t marry commoners. That depressing lecture had taken quite some time and left her feeling deflated. Not that Jo had started imagining marriage and happy-ever-afters before that. Still, the cold hard truth was often difficult to swallow and after the incredible passion she’d experienced, being brought down to earth so abruptly was much like falling out of the tree had