“Alex,” she whispered. “Alex, Alex, Alex.”
His face, with all the hair on it, was buried in her neck. She clasped on to him, her hands at his back, pulling him down and down. His thrusts became faster and deeper until she was nearly screaming with wanting him.
When he came inside her, Cay clasped her legs around him, and she could feel her body pulsating, as though great waves of sensation had taken over her body.
He held her tightly to him, but when he moved off of her, she couldn’t bear to release him. He pulled her head onto his shoulder and they lay together, snuggled, their bodies sweaty. They could smell the oranges around them, hear the animals.
It was much too soon when Alex said, “We need to go back.”
“In a minute. Now I just want to lie here.”
“You want a honeymoon,” he said. “It’s what a woman deserves.”
Raising on one elbow, she glared down at him. “So help me, Alex McDowell, if you tell me you regret this, I’ll . . .”
“You’ll what?”
“Make you sorry.”
Smiling, he pulled her head down to kiss her lips and put her head back on his shoulder. “Nay, lass, I don’t regret a thing. That was what I needed. It was . . .”
“The best you ever had?”
He knew she was teasing him, but he couldn’t tease back. “Yes,” he said honestly. “You were the best. Now promise me something.”
“What’s that?” she asked dreamily. Her thoughts went to his asking her to promise eternal love.
“That you won’t drive me mad by asking me about all the other women in my life. Now get up, get dressed, and let’s get back before they send young Tim after us. I wouldn’t like for him to see you like this.”
Cay ignored most of what he said as she stood up and began to dress. “Other women? How many women have you done . . . this with?”
Alex groaned. “Not as many as your tone says you think I’ve had.”
“What does that mean?”
“Lass, you have to remember that to the others I’m your brother, so tomorrow please don’t make the mistake of asking me about other women. And don’t kiss me!”
“You think that I will be lusting after you? I think it will be the other way around.”
“All I’m asking is that you make an effort.”
“We’ll see who needs a lesson in deportment,” she said as she pulled on her shirt over the cloth binding her breasts.
“What a shame,” Alex said with a sigh as he watched her button the shirt. “To cover up such beauty is a transgression.”
Cay was trying her best to keep her anger, but she couldn’t. As she looked at Alex, she thought of what they’d just done, and in the next moment she was in his arms, and they were kissing.
He smoothed back her hair. “It won’t be easy for either of us to keep up the act, but we must. Hands and eyes off of each other. Now give me two more kisses, then we must return.”
“Three kisses.”
After six more kisses, Alex took her hand and they started back to the campsite and the others. “And nothing can happen in the tent,” he whispered. “We can’t risk being heard.”
“I promise I won’t touch you,” Cay said. “But I can’t vouch for you, as you have murderously wandering hands.”
“Do I?”
“Aye, you do,” she said seriously.