Caledonia Chronicles by Anna Markland

Author:Anna Markland [Markland, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-04-15T16:00:00+00:00

OLD FASHIONED LEGGINGS

For the second time in less than a day, Callum was startled into wakefulness by a woman’s screams. But this time he knew who was screaming. Lexi was held fast in the grip of a nightmare, clearly terrified. “Help, help me,” she shrieked, flailing her arms. “I’m drowning.”

For a panic-filled moment he was back in the swirling waters of Corryvreckan, struggling to stay afloat in the darkness, but then it came to him where he was. He sat up quickly and gathered his panting wife into his arms. “Hush, Lexi,” he crooned, “ye’re safe with me.”

He rocked her against him and slowly she calmed, whimpering as she clung to his shirt, breasts heaving.

He kissed the top of her head and stroked her tangled curls, relieved when the stiffness subsided and she relaxed in his arms. The damp heat of her slender body soaked into him through her chemise. She had kicked off the linens in her anguish and her legs were bare. He covered her lest she catch a chill.

“I dreamt I was drowning,” she murmured. “It was terrifying.”

What to say in reply?

“Were you afraid?” she asked.

It came to him this might be a test. He glanced down. The first streaks of dawn’s light traced the path of tears on her cheeks.

His heart lurched at the memory of his death. “I was more than afraid,” he admitted. “I was angry. It was an avoidable catastrophe. Three sons lost.”

She snuggled closer. Was it recalling the terror that had his heart beating too fast or the press of her scantily-clad body against him? The pounding was likely deafening her and she must have noticed the hardening at his groin.

“Braden knows it was his fault,” she whispered. “He was trying to tell you how sorry he was.”

Relief swamped him. “Ye believe his explanation then? That we’ve come from another time?”

“I do,” she whispered. “Do you?”

Until then, Callum hadn’t fully believed he was alive and living in a different century, but if Lexi had come to accept it…

He bent to kiss her. She opened for him and their tongues mated. She whimpered into his mouth, arching her body as he gently cupped a breast and brushed a thumb over the hard nipple. His already happy shaft turned to granite when she ran her foot up his shin.

“Lexi,” he growled, “I hafta get out o’ these leggings.”

She giggled and looked into his eyes, her hand on his thigh. “You mean these old fashioned leggings that had me thinking right away you were from another century?”

“Saucy wench,” he chided, lifting his hips in an effort to shove the clothing off his body.

She came up on her knees, her face lit by a bright smile. “I believed I was marrying a pauper,” she quipped. “We’ll have to get you new clothes.”

The chemise clung to her, emphasizing the generous breasts, the rigid nipples, the tempting hips. He yanked the leggings off, tore off his shirt and threw the garments aside. She stared at his manhood, the smile gone from her face.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.