A Lesson in Passion (16 page)

With a humpf, Ian turned to face
her. He was disgusted with his behavior, knowing that he was very
close to stripping her naked and taking full advantage. Ian watched
her for a moment, while Ginny was still composing herself.
Dammit
, he thought to
himself,
I can't be falling in love with
this lass
. To Ian, there was nothing
worse.

He knelt down beside her and took her chin in
his hand. With a soft smile that made his face so much more
handsome, he said, “Now, that should no' have happened. Ya make me
forget myself, sweet Ginny.”

Searching his eyes for the correct reply,
Ginny just sighed. No, it shouldn't have happened, but it had felt
good. There was a stirring in Ginny that she'd not recognized
before. There were men that she'd wanted, and a few that she'd had,
but this was different. Is that my purpose, to fall in love? Will
that appease whatever god put me here? Lesson learned?

“Ya'll be wanting to get some sleep
now, eh? It has been a long night,” Ian stood up and held out a
hand to help Ginny. It was all suddenly too much, the night, the
cold, and the moment with Ian. It was as if Ginny weighed a
thousand pounds. She held out her hand and Ian picked her up as if
she weighed nothing. Walking hand in hand, they set off back to the
keep, where God willing, Ginny could get some warmth and
sleep.

*
*
*

Ginny slept hard for most of the
day. When she finally woke, she hurried to Roslyn's house to check
on her and the baby. She'd left so abruptly that morning, trying to
hide her weakness from the clan, that she hadn't even made sure
everyone was alright. The clan had to know, they had to have heard
her throwing rocks and sticks and making such an awful racket.
While walking to the hut, Ginny chose not to think about it.
Instead, she began to softly sing one of her favorite Crosby,
Stills and Nash songs,
Teach Your
Children: Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would
cry, so just look at them and sigh, and know they love
you.
 

As she approached the hut, she could hear the
baby boy screaming bloody murder. That was a good sign, healthy
lungs. She smiled as she announced herself.

Angus came to the doorway and invited her in.
He was holding his screaming son with the proud look of a first
time father. “He's my little warrior, dinna ya think, my
lady.”

“He's quite a big, healthy boy.
Congratulations to your family,” Ginny flushed with pride, knowing
that she was able to help. She turned her head and saw Roslyn
asleep. Her color was good, so the bleeding had stopped. Relief
washed over Ginny. Maybe this could have a happy ending.

“She has been so tired. A touch of
fever, still, but she says she feels better. I can wake her if ya
want to visit,” Angus looked concerned to wake his tired
wife.

Ginny immediately declined, “No, please, let
her sleep. You'll both be needing what sleep you can get. I left so
abruptly this morning that I wanted to make sure everyone was
alright. Also, make a tea with this,” Ginny handed Angus a small
pouch, “Have her drink it. Hopefully it will help her recover
faster.”

“God bless ya, my lady. Ya gave her
the strength she needed and now I have my son,” Angus was
practically beaming with pride.

Ginny smiled and said she would return the
next day. She walked down to the lake and sat at the edge. The
water was so clear, it reflected the mountains perfectly. It was as
if two mountains existed, exact opposites, both beautiful. The
breeze was chilly, but for once, Ginny wasn't cold. She was content
to sit and admire the beauty of her surroundings.

Enjoying the private moment, Ginny
began singing again. Part of her wanted to keep singing songs to
remind her of her real life. Part of her just liked listening to
this strange voice sing future songs. So, in the quiet by the lake,
she sang the most mellow song she could think of, The
Carpenters
Close to You: Why do birds,
suddenly appear? Everytime, you are near, Just like me, they long
to be, close to you.

She sensed him before she heard him. Ian sat
beside her and stared out at the landscape beside her. He remained
still and quiet for a while, so Ginny didn't feel the need to
speak. The companionable silence was pleasant and neither wanted to
disturb it.

Finally, he glanced at her sideways and said,
“Are ya faring well?”

“Aye,” was all she said, with a
small smile on her face. She was starting to pick up the lingo and
maybe she was beginning to feel a little at home. She still missed
her own home, friends and running water, but this place wasn't so
bad. At least she had a handsome hunk desiring her.

Ian smiled as well. He turned his face towards
her profile and was suddenly struck dumb. She was so beautiful to
him and he wanted her in his bed, but at this moment, he saw
something in her he hadn't seen before. She seemed older and wiser
than her years. He thought he could see into her soul and realized
that she didn't belong there. His frown was fierce.

Ginny turned and stared at his frown for a
moment, wondering what she'd done now. As she stared into his eyes,
she saw something fierce, something primal. “What is it?” she
asked, for once knowing it wasn't her fault, his bad
mood.

“Ya belong to me, do ya hear? I
canna let ya go,” Ian's stare was intense and for a moment, Ginny
was frightened. She was breathing heavy and her body began to
tingle. The fear left and the desire came, nearly overwhelming her.
Her eyelids drooped and Ginny began to stare at his mouth, willing
him to kiss her.

When nothing happened, Ginny looked up and saw
him staring at her mouth. “Are you going to kiss me? Or do I have
to sit here all day?” Her boldness made him smirk. She was not like
any other woman he'd ever known and every encounter brought that
into sharp relief. His erection was strong and immediate. Before
she could say anything else, he stood, grabbed her and began
walking to the nearest grove of trees. Dragging her by her arm,
quicker than she could handle, he had her in the protection of the
trees in less than a minute.

He turned her, pushed her back up
to a tree and covered her mouth with his. Ginny immediately opened
her mouth and began to tease him with her tongue. Ian knew he was
beyond reason. He started to kiss her neck and ear. Ginny released
a small moan and lifted her leg to rub against his thigh.
Dear God
, was his last
thought as he practically threw her to the ground and laid on top
of her. He was desperate and acting like a teenager, his lust
ruling his thoughts.

His hand began to reach under her skirt and
feel its way up her leg. He kept waiting for her to stop him, to
make any protest at all, but she continued to writhe under him and
use her hands to explore his chest.

I must stop
this
, he kept thinking, his personal mantra
that did nothing to stop his advances. He found what he was
searching for, the center of her femininity. He stared down at her
face as he invaded her slowly. Her eyes were glazed over with
passion, but he saw nothing of fear or protestation.

He began to play gently with her nub, circling
over and over again, until he saw her reaction. Ginny closed her
eyes and her breathing became more heavy. It had been a long time
since she'd been touched so passionately and the body she possessed
had probably never experienced anything like it before. The simple
act of playing with her clitoris was driving her mad. She could
feel him kissing her nipples through her clothing, as he continued
to bring her to orgasm. When it happened, it happened quickly, but
powerfully. Ginny arched against his fingers, spasming over and
over again.

Ginny was shocked by her body's reaction to
something so simple. She'd never been able to find release so
easily, mostly faking it to end the encounter. Most of the men
she'd been with cared little for her satisfaction, or were just
unable to give it to her. But this man, this incredible man, had
just given her the most earth shattering orgasm she'd ever
experienced. And with so little effort. When she opened her eyes,
she had to pry the lashes apart, as if she closed them so hard
during the experience that they melded together.

Ginny wanted to give as good as she got. She
looked into his eyes, a proud smugness was painted there. She
smiled at him as she reached under his kilt. The smugness was
replaced with shock. Ginny grabbed hold of his shaft and began to
caress it. He moved from on top of her and laid next her. His eyes
began to smolder with his unspent passion.

Ian laid back and allowed her to continue her
caress. He watched her lift his kilt and use both her hands,
guiding her fingers up and down, squeezing hard. Ian was completely
unprepared when she lowered her head and began to suck lightly on
the tip. The shock was nearly his undoing, and he almost spilled
his seed at that moment. Ginny was taking him in, continuing her
assault with her warm, wet mouth while using her hand to rub up and
down at the same time. He couldn't take his eyes off her, watching
as she pleasured him with her hands and mouth.

Ginny had never really enjoyed blow jobs, but
somehow she knew this would be different. Her mouth wasn't too
small, so her jaw wouldn't lock up from trying to take him in. He
wouldn't smell of bodily functions or sweat, only of his outdoorsy
male scent. She was enjoying the fact that she could give him what
he'd given her.

When the time came, he could hold out no
longer, he pulled her up to his mouth and began to kiss her
thoroughly again. Ginny continued use her hand, increasing the
speed with his urgency, until he finally came. Ian threw his head
back, closed his eyes and moaned with satisfaction. In his
lifetime, with the women he'd had, it had never been like this. The
instant passion, the complete release. They both laid together,
still, but panting, until their heartbeats returned to
normal.

Neither of them knew what to say. Ginny
realized that she had, once again, done the wrong thing. She
wondered what repercussions would come of this. Although the wrong
thing, she did not feel guilty about it. It was incredible,
satisfying and a long time coming. She sat up and looked down at
him. She smiled tentatively, trying to judge his mood.

Ian stared at her while she smiled
at him. She wasn't upset about his advances and she had definitely
knew how to pleasure a man.
Perhaps she's
not the innocent that she pretended to be
.
This thought brought back the feeling like she didn't belong there,
that she was older than her years. Slowly, he smiled back at her,
trying to ease any nervousness she had over what had transpired,
because he fully expected it to happen again.

He sat up, cupped her face with his calloused
hand and said, “Now, that probably should no' have happened,
aye?”

Ginny laughed. Still smiling, she said, “No,
but I don't regret it. Do you?”

“Nay. I canna bring myself to
regret it either.”

He stood up and began to adjust his clothing
when he heard Broderick calling his name. He watched the
disappointment on Ginny's face when she realized that their time
together was at an end. “It seems you have work to do.”

“
Aye.” He reached down,
helped her stand up and picked the leaves off her back. “I will see
ya at supper,” he said as an order before quickly kissing her then
turning around and leaving the trees. Ginny leaned back against a
tree and watched him walk off. What was she going to do now,
knowing he was capable of that? She smiled to herself and walked
off to clean herself up.

• * Chapter 15 *
  

At supper, Ginny was seated next to
Ian at the large table in the great hall. She had often dined with
him and his entourage, but usually was seated at the end of the
table, away from their discussions about their clan and other
clans. She was almost beginning to feel like one of the family.
Broderick, as usual, was scowling at her. Ginny had come to realize
that nothing annoyed Broderick more than when she was nice to him.
So, she would often pour on her charm.

“Broderick, you look very nice this
evening. Have you done something different with your hair?” she
asked knowing it would bug him.

Broderick responded with something
unintelligible and went back to shoveling food into his mouth. She
smiled sweetly at him and asked one annoying question after
another. Finally, having enough, Broderick excused himself and
promptly left the hall.

Well, that was
fun
, she thought merrily when she noticed
that Ian did not find it amusing. She stopped smiling and went back
to eating. Eating had been a problem since her arrival. She'd
always been picky, not enjoying anything fancy or unusual. Most of
the meals, the meat was unidentifiable. It made it almost possible
to eat it, not knowing what it was. Other times, she would pick
slowly until she could reasonably get up and forgo the rest of the
meal.

What she wouldn't give for a cheeseburger and
anything whose main ingredient was chocolate. Ginny would often eat
any raw vegetable she could get her hands on. Spinach was
especially important for the vitamin C. The rich sauces they used,
probably to cover up the meat having gone bad, left her stomach
protesting most the next day. Having diarrhea on a chamberpot was
not only difficult, but disturbing to clean up later.