"I wish we were home," she whispered. "Together in our bed."
Home. Damn if she hadn't said home. In our bed. Had anything ever sounded so good? He pressed her harder into the wall, kissing her more deeply, with all the love he had in him, but suddenly they were falling, his balance somehow lost. He clenched her to him and twisted to take the impact on his back.
When he opened his eyes, they were tumbling into their bed.
Eyebrows raised, jaw slack, he released her and levered himself onto his elbows. "That was..." He exhaled a stunned breath. "That was a wild ride, lass. Will you no' warn me next time?"
She nodded solemnly, sitting up to straddle him, pulling her blouse over her head to bare her exquisite br**sts for him. "Lachlain," she leaned down to whisper in his ear, brushing her ni**les over his chest, making him shudder and clench her hips. "I'm about to give you a very...wild...ride."
Yet after everything that had occurred, his need for her was too strong, and he gave himself up to it, tossing her to her back and ripping her clothes from her. He made short work of his own, then covered her. When he pinned her arms over her head and thrust into her, she cried his name and writhed beneath him so sweetly. "I'll demand that ride tomorrow, love, but first you're going to see wild from a man who knows."