Page 33 of A Bridge Through Time (The Bridge Through Time #1)

T he morning brought a soft glow to the sleeping chamber.

Ashley opened her eyes for the umpteenth time, but now Cailin was sleeping soundly at her side.

She shook her head in disbelief, at what had truly been a night to remember.

They’d made love so many times, Ashley had lost count, but each time, Cailin had proven himself a caring and unselfish lover.

A tiny smile played on her lips and her cheeks flushed as she replayed the details in her mind.

The bedding was a tangled mess, but unlike all the other nights when she had slept alone, Ashley hadn’t been cold at all last night.

Cailin had kept her very warm. She continued to bask in the afterglow of amazing sex as she studied her man in sleep, marveling at how truly beautiful he was.

His long black tresses fell across his shoulders, and his eyes, fringed with ebony lashes, remained peacefully closed.

And those lips…they had brought her such pleasure all through the night.

Her gaze lowered, to the chiseled chest and abs she adored, and then lower still to the part of him that had remained rigid through a night of unparalleled pleasure.

Ashley was reaching out to touch him, naughty thoughts playing through her head, when there was a quiet tap on her door. Before Ashley had a chance to call out, warning whoever it was not to come in, Helene dashed into the chamber.

“M’lady, I must speak with ye,” Helene said breathlessly.

Ashley bolted upright, dragging the furs up swiftly to cover herself and Cailin. “What is it, Helene? Is something wrong?”

Helene took in the scene in front of her, and a blush slowly crept up her face. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Nothing is wrong,” she stammered, backing towards the door. “I just wanted to speak with ye, while I helped ye dress.”

A large, strong hand reached up and pulled Ashley back down onto the mattress. “Helene, Lady Ashley doesnae need yer help this morning. Ye can go,” Cailin commanded, his voice gruff with sleep. Helene didn’t move.

“Now,” Cailin said.

Ashley struggled to sit up, but Cailin had her pinned to the bed.

Helene nodded, her eyes downcast and her cheeks bright red. “I should tell ye, Cailin, yer brother and Sir Robert be lookin’ fer ye.”

“Let them keep lookin’.” Cailin had a wicked grin on his lips when he stared into Ashley’s eyes.

Ashley cocked an eyebrow and giggled at him, as Helene backed further towards the door.

The young woman was fumbling behind her to locate the latch, when the door suddenly swung open, hitting her on the backside.

Helene let out a small yelp of surprise when Cormac came through the door, his face filled with mischief.

“Sorry, lass,” he apologized to Helene, before raising his eyes to the bed. “Cailin, there ye be! I’ve been lookin’ all over fer ye!”

“Cormac,” Cailin growled as he leaped from the bed, exposing his naked form for everyone to see. “How dare ye enter Ashley’s room without invitation!”

Ashley wasn’t sure what to do. On the one hand, she was enjoying the sight of Cailin’s tightly muscled backside, and on the other hand, she was painfully aware of Helene and Cormac standing in her room and knowing exactly what she and Cailin had been up to all night.

She quickly pulled the furs up over her head.

Apparently, privacy was hard to come by at Breaghacraig.

She was going to have to remember to lock the chamber door from now on.

Ashley peeked out from beneath the covers.

Helene seemed unable to tear her eyes away from Cailin’s nudity, and the shocked expression on her face was a sight to behold.

Helene didn’t seem to know quite where to look and finally let out an exasperated cry as she turned and ran directly into Cormac’s chest.

“’Tis alright, Helene,” Cormac soothed the young woman, holding her close. “I’ve got ye. ’Tis a shocking sight ye’ve just been unlucky enough to see,” he continued, holding back his laughter. “Cailin, cover yerself. Have ye no shame?”

With a frustrated growl, Cailin lunged towards his brother, who avoided him adeptly, even as he pushed Helene out through the doorway. “Robert and I need to speak with ye, brother,” Cormac announced.

“Ye can wait,” Cailin snapped.

“Nay. I dinnae think we can.”

“Well, ye’ll have to. Now get out of this chamber before I throw yer sorry arse out,” Cailin threatened.

“Calm yerself. I’m goin’. My sincerest apologies, Ashley, for the interruption.

” Cormac sailed out the door, but not without one last parting shot.

“Cailin, I do believe yer the one with the sorry arse – just look at it, brother! No wonder Helene looked so terrified. Well, not only terrified by that sorry arse, but perhaps a wee something else as well.” He roared with laughter as he closed the door and left.

Cailin turned back to the bed, the sound of Cormac’s laughter still echoing down the hallway. Ashley came out from under the furs and Cailin’s furious expression softened.

“Good day to ye, me beauty.” Cailin’s manhood was standing proudly at attention again.

Ashley smiled seductively and crooked her finger, beckoning him back to bed.

“Hey handsome,” she whispered.

Cailin didn’t need more encouragement. He leaped onto the bed, wrapping Ashley in his arms. He buried his face in her neck, growling as he nuzzled her throat and covered her with kisses.

“Cailin,” she gasped. “Your arse isn’t sorry at all. As a matter of fact, it’s quite magnificent.” To prove her point, she grabbed his backside with both hands and pulled him closer.

As he continued his assault on her senses, Ashley spoke, already quite out of breath. “Do you think we should get dressed? Robert might be angry if you make him wait.”

“I dinnae care, my love. I have started something here that must be finished.”

Ashley sighed contentedly in his arms, happily anticipating the pleasure to come.