That night Jamie lay on the large bed and stared up at the ceiling. Things had definitely not gone as he'd planned. Victoria married to a McDougall, of all things. He never expected to find his sister married to the man responsible for her late husband's murder. Although he had to admit she seemed happier than when married to Turner.

He'd stay a couple of days to ensure Victoria's estate was safe from the Scots. He'd sent a messenger, escorted by a McDougall to let his men back at the village know of his delay. His ships and crew awaited, they would not remain too much longer. With the still tenuous peace between the countries, the Scots were not keen on his ships remaining off shore.

The most imperative thing for him to do was to avoid time alone with Cailyn. She was a distraction he couldn't afford.

"Ah but what a tempting diversion she was”, Jamie thought.

The plan had been to collect his sister and return to port immediately. Instead, now he'd agreed to spend two additional days at Somerset so they could come to an agreement over Victoria's assets in England.

Conor McDougall her new husband, seemed to be a man of honor; as he'd requested Jamie remain the sole administrator of Victoria's fortune. The Scot vowed his sister would not want for anything. The couple planned to relocate to his nearby keep soon.

That day at seeing Cailyn again, he immediately lost all his resolve. When the beauty rushed to him, he...Captain Westcott, the infamous Red Pirate, felt a fluttering in his gut. She was definitely dangerous and had to be kept at a distance.

All throughout the evening meal he'd been able to maintain a conversation with the laird, Victoria and Conor. Barely any words were exchanged between him and Cailyn. Although he had to admit, his gaze did constantly go to her.

Breathtaking in a deep blue gown, her matching cobalt eyes, that met his several times, she'd remained mostly quiet. The exposure of her neck brought by her dark hair pinned up and the low cut of her gown, made him painfully hard. The entire evening, his cock had throbbed uncomfortably against the fabric of his breeches.

Now as he lay alone in the dark, he considered attempting to find her. If only he could have her one last time.

At the thought of her stunning body, his cock throbbed and Jamie slid his palm down past his stomach to press against his hardened length. It was already proving to be a test of endurance for him.

His door cracked open and Jamie reached for the dirk beneath his pillow and pretended to sleep, watching under his lashes to see who entered.

"Jamie?" Cailyn whispered and took a tentative step inside. "Are you awake?"

If they weren't in her brother's home, he'd have slammed her against the doorway and taken her then and there. Instead, he turned to his side and lifted up to his elbow. "I must ask you again if your intent is to have me killed."

The door closed without sound and she moved closer. When she stepped into a ray of moonlight, Jamie lost his breath. Her sheer gown left very little to his imagination. Soft curves were outlined down to her long, lithe legs. "I …I am not sure why I came, I couldn't sleep knowing you are here."

Jamie could only stare, transfixed.

After a beat of silence, Cailyn shrugged. "Well, I suppose it is best that I return to my chambers. I apologize for having disturbed you."

He bounded from the bed and took her around the waist, his mouth instantly over hers. Even if the price of having her was death, he was powerless to allow her to leave. The temptress returned his kisses, her arms around him pulling at him. Slow and precise, he pressed kisses along her jaw line, down to her throat.

Cailyn moaned and her head fell back, while her hands slid up his back. She drew her fingers through his hair in encouragement. He yanked her nightgown over her shoulders, tossing it to the floor and cupped her breasts with both hands. His lips' descent continued, and he did not stop until he pulled her tight nipple into his mouth eliciting his name from her. "Oh Jamie."

From one to the other, he continued to taste her breasts with eyes closed. He'd memorize each moment for the long, lonely months at sea. Every touch, stroke and kiss would be committed to memory to keep him company in the solitude to come.

"Jamie," she hissed, when he cupped her tight, round ass and ground his stone-hardened cock against her. "I want you."

He continued to kiss her until she clung to his shoulders shaking, and then stepped away to undress.

Seeing her stare at his jetting cock made him harder. "As you can clearly see, I'm very much in need of you as well." Jamie moved to her and picked her up.

As soon as they fell into the bed, he took her mouth again. Cailyn's hips lifted up to grind against him and he fought not to take her. When her nails trailed down his back to grab at his derrière and he bucked forward with the tip of his cock at her entrance.

"Open wider for me," he instructed. Cailyn was too tight for him to chance hurting her. He slipped a finger inside her wet sheath, sliding it in and out while she mewled against his neck.

"Ahhh, you feel so good." Jamie moved down her body, needing to ensure she was fully prepared for him.

Cailyn wanted to scream when Jamie's lips traveled down her body. He lifted her legs to bend them at the knees and pushed them apart leaving her fully exposed to him. More than anything, she wanted him inside her.

Delicious frustration mounted when his tongue traced circular patterns on her inner thighs. Finally, he licked at her core, his tongue fiery against her sensitive flesh. "Oh!" she exclaimed, concentrating on keeping her voice down, which became increasingly difficult when his hot mouth covered her entirely and his tongue began to flick at her throbbing nub. She pushed up into his mouth and began to float.

Again and again, his wicked mouth caressed between her folds until Cailyn lost control and fell into the abyss of stars and darkness, with only enough consciousness to bring some bedding against her mouth to muffle her cries.

From her flat stomach back up to her chest, Jamie pressed kisses and nipped gently at her skin. Cailyn floated back down as he positioned himself between her legs. "I dreamed of having you again, just like this." The sound of his voice fell like a warm blanket over her exposed skin. Her embers fanned at watching his muscles bunch while he pressed himself closer, sliding his cock against the already weeping core. "I need to be inside you Cailyn."

Cailyn reached between them and took him in her hand. His shaft was moistened by her juices, which allowed her hand to slide down the thickness to its base, then back up to the head with ease. "I want you so much, Jamie."

Positioned at her entrance, he pushed in with excruciating slowness. Both of them let out a hearty sigh when he was fully sheathed inside her.

"Take me," Cailyn brought his face down to her and took his mouth, suckling at his full lips. "Hurry, love, I need you so much."

His hips began to move, slowly at first. Then with her urgings, he picked up the pace, sliding in and out faster.

Jamie lifted her hips with both hands and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He stood and positioned her legs up over his shoulders and then drove into her harder. The tempo of his drives became more hurried; his breathing became more of a pant.

Cailyn fought to not lose all control at his delicious assault, wanting to wait and plunge with him.

He released her legs and continued driving so hard the sounds of their bodies colliding rivaled their moans. Cailyn finally surrendered and came with so much force she wept. Jamie thrust into her only twice before he too came, groaning quietly into her throat. With a final jerk, he drew out of her and spilled his seed onto the bedding.

"Lay with me for a bit." He told her climbing onto the bed to lie beside her. They settled, snuggling together under the thick furs.

Cailyn gazed at Jamie's face and he kissed her with soft lips, his eyes already drooping with sleep.

When his breathing became even and a soft snore escaped, Cailyn slid from under the coverings. She tugged her nightgown on and stood by the bed to steal one last look at him, before slipping from his chamber.