“The cottage,” Cullen ordered once mounted.
Sara nodded, knowing the rapidly darkening sky would allow them to go no farther, nor would their passion.
It was a chase against nature’s fury and human desire, both raging strong and both needing release. They raced against time, against desire, against the wind, aching and wanting with a need so deep that it grew with the barest of thoughts and the mightiest of tingles.
Sara knew her breath was lost to more than the persistent wind, her rising passion claiming most of it, as did the thunderous beating of her heart. Lord, but she wanted to love Cullen and have him love her and never have it end.
The rain pelted the ground just as they rushed into the cottage after sheltering the horses against the storm.
Sara turned from hitching the door latch, to be grabbed swiftly around her waist with a firm hand claiming the back of her neck, and then Cullen’s mouth descended on hers. He gave her no room to breathe, to think, to react, only to surrender to the passion that had lingered and tormented them throughout the day.
Their kisses were urgent, born of a need so strong neither of them could fight it, but only surrender to it.
Cullen hooked her around the waist and hefted her up. She locked her legs around him and threw her arms around his neck to grab hold of his mouth again. She didn’t want him to stop kissing her, and she damn well didn’t want to stop kissing him.
He tasted too good, felt too good, and oh good Lord, she wanted to feel more, so much more, and knew from experience that he could make her feel like she had never felt or thought she’d ever feel before.
“I want you,” he said, pulling away from her hungry mouth only long enough to rush his words out, then reclaimed her mouth.
His hands worked their way under her skirt as he walked to the bed with her, and she groaned when he grabbed tight hold of her bottom and squeezed a squeal of delight out of her.
He tossed her on the bed. “No time to undress.”
She laughed and yanked up her skirt as he shoved his kilt aside and dropped over her.
“Damn, but I love your unselfish passion,” he said as she reached out to guide him between her legs.
“And you, husband, are the best lover—”
He rushed his mouth over hers and finished for her. “The best and only lover you’ve ever known.”
“Aren’t I lucky to get the best the first time out?” she said, laughed and wiggled his stiff erection inside her with a joyful squeal.
He took over from there, driving deeper into her, forcing her to grab hold of him and hold tight while he took them on a ride she would long remember and never ever want to forget.
He made her climax in seconds, her screams alarmingly satisfying, but he wasn’t done. He drove deeper and deeper into her until she felt the passion well up inside again and build until she exploded with an agonizing cry. And then he started again, and later the only thing she could remember was screaming out his name over and over until he finally took her in his arms and held her while she collected her senses, found her breath, and waited for her heartbeat to calm.
“This isn’t enough, you know,” he said, their garments sticking to their sweat-drenched bodies.
She laughed, though it was brief. “I do get a chance to rest, right?”
“Not for long,” he teased with a hug.
They laughed, though remained as they were beside each other, both still recovering from their anxious lovemaking.
Cullen turned on his side and kissed her. “This is still our day. We have the whole night ahead of us, just you and me…not the present, not the past, not the future to think about, just here and now, you and me.”
“And tomorrow—”
He hushed her with a single finger to her lips. “There’s no tomorrow, only now, this moment, you and me.”
They stared at each other, dark eyes holding to soft blue-green, and she wondered if his thoughts mirrored her own. Did he feel as she did? Did he believe that tonight just wasn’t enough for them? They needed a lifetime to satisfy their hungry need, and she wondered if even that was enough time.
But if this day, this night, were all she had, she would take it gratefully, though with an ounce of regret for more. She rested her hand to his cool, smooth cheek, damp from their sweaty encounter.
“I’ll not let you sleep a wink,” she teased.
He grinned, his dark eyes glinting with a wickedness that tingled her intimately, though she wondered how, when she had thought herself spent.
“Is that a challenge, my love?”
“A promise,” she whispered on a sigh.
“Then it is best I get you naked,” he said, and proceeded to do just that.
He refused to let Sara lend a hand. He did it all, removed every stitch of clothing she wore with a slow methodical touch that had her soon on the edge of complete surrender, especially since he kissed every inch of her naked flesh along the way.