He agreed wholeheartedly with her assessment - the entire situation was twenty times more intoxicating than the ale he\'d drunk tonight would ever be - but she\'d stolen his breath and he couldn\'t find any more words with which to answer her because of it. His body would need to take over communicating for him, it seemed.
His head lolled to give her access to his neck, finding her warm lips left icy patches behind when she moved them around, due to his warm skin suddenly being exposed to the cold air. It caused continuous shivers to roll through him, enhancing the thrill of her, the anticipation of their imminent union. It was easy to surrender conscious thought in such circumstances and instinct guided his hand from her breast, down across her stomach and to her knee.
Grinding his hardness against her small (but surprisingly strong and sure) hand, he lifted her skirts until he felt the skin of her thigh, then moved purposefully along it. Her undergarments couldn\'t be overcome this way unless he went down through the waistband but he wasn\'t quite that keen (just yet); if pressure on the oustide of clothing was good enough for her, he was certainly able to match (and better) that. He slid the tip of his middle finger firmly up and down along the slit he could feel beneath her most intimate of clothing, his erection only growing and his hips bucking harder as he thought of the sweet, hard bud that he was so close to touching, his mouth watering automatically.
He let Loki have her head because his concentration lapsed, grateful to the beast on some distant level that she could keep up such a lively pace, travel in the correct direction and maintain a rhythm that only fed their arousal. It was the sweetest torture he\'d indulged in in a long time... so sweet, in fact, that he noticed his cousin\'s farm before them in seemingly record time (he knew it wasn\'t record time but that they\'d become very distracted by their mutual heavy petting).
Reluctantly, Gallagher withdrew his hand from between her thighs and concentrated on getting them into the barn. He lifted Elle off the horse once they were in the warm, straw-filled room, missing the contact with her immediately. He followed her to the ground, giving her a quick kiss before leading the horse into an empty stall and removing the bridle and saddle at a record pace. He then closed the gate and reclaimed his lovely companion\'s hand. His aunt had hung a lit lantern from the rafters to aid his and Stewart\'s return, so it was easy enough to take that and use it to help them climb up to the loft now (though whether he was helping or hindering her by touching under her skirts as she climbed ahead of him was anybody\'s guess).
Once upstairs, Bede placed the lantern on the old table that took pride of place in the centre of the roomy area. There was a single bed to the left and a double bed to the right (straw was scattered across the wooden floor, somehow making its way here despite no longer being stored in this area - there was an identical loft at the other end of the stable for that), both sleeping places looking freshly made and boasting a pillow. He swiped the single bed\'s when he moved over to turn down the blankets on the double bed, then returned hastily to Elle\'s side.
"What do you think?" he murmured, his hands holding her waist and his hips once more pressed to hers, swinging her slightly in his happiness. The ardour he\'d lost in attending to the business of organising them was quickly returning, the length in his pants thickening again at the renewed proximity to her sultry body.
