I Alone (Live)
Two Years Later
Lily awoke to an empty bed. Sunlight streamed in through the curtains, which were floating in the uncharacteristically warm Highland breeze. She sat up and curled her arms around her legs, resting her chin on them. She had always hated waking up alone.
There was a knock at the door, and she tiptoed across the smooth wooden floor of the luxurious log cabin to open it. There stood a young man with a large bouquet of flowers in his arms.
“Hello, Madam. I’m from McCaig’s florist. Where would you like these flowers?” the smartly dressed young man asked with a polite smile.
She gazed first at the huge display and then back at him. “Oh wow, thank you, they’re beautiful. Please, could you put them on the table by the window?”
“Yes, Madam…but…there are a few more to come.” He gestured behind him where another three men stood, arms equally as full.
Her hand came to her mouth and tears welled in her eyes. “Oh…goodness…please, bring them in. They look heavy.”
The man smiled. “Yes, as you can see I had to get extra help for this delivery.”
Her heart skipped as her senses were bombarded with beautiful colours and scents. “Just place them wherever you can.”
Following her instructions, the men placed vases filled with the most fragrant flowers she had ever smelled wherever there was an empty surface. Their sweet, heady perfume permeated the air around her. Once the deliverymen had gone, she stood in the centre of the room surrounded by vibrant colours. A calm serenity washed over her and a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.
Walking out to the balcony that overlooked the mirror-like, sea loch with the majestic mountains in the distance, she inhaled the fresh, clean summer air. As she stood there looking at the view out over the crystal-clear water, listening as it lapped at the shore beneath the cabin, arms encircled her waist. Kisses were feathered from under her ear down her neck to her shoulder, sending shivers tingling down her spine.
She closed her eyes and sighed. “Hmm, I wondered where you’d got to.”
“Went out to get my beautiful girl a few flowers.”
“A few? I think you bought all the flowers on the island.” She giggled, enjoying the closeness of her man. She turned around and gazed into his eyes, slipping her arms around his neck. “Who would’ve thought that we’d end up here?”
His eyes glistened. “In the Highlands? It seemed the perfect place. It’s ours. Just ours.”
Lily sighed in contentment. “Actually, I meant who would’ve thought we’d end up together.”
“Well, I’m glad we did,” he said as he rubbed his nose against hers.
Reaching up on her tiptoes, she kissed him gently on the lips. “Me too. I think there’s a good chance that I’m the happiest woman on earth right now.”
“Well that stands to reason, seeing as I’m definitely the happiest man.” He removed his hands from her waist and laced his fingers in hers, pulling her back inside the plush log cabin.
She willingly followed him to the bed where he removed his linen shirt, khaki shorts, and boxers, never tearing his eyes from hers.
Pulling her toward him, he slipped her white cotton nightie over her head. “God, I was right…you really are beautiful.” He sighed as his eyes, filled with adoration, roamed her naked body.
She ran her hands over his toned stomach to his chest, caressing his tattoo. “I do love this,” she said as she traced the script with her fingertips.
“I’m glad you do.” He smiled. Sliding his hands into her hair, he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her gently at first. She returned the kiss with tenderness until his tongue danced with hers and the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and filled with need. She moaned as he slipped his hand down her jaw and over her collarbone to caress her breast. Her head rolled back as desire filled her. The way he made her feel…
Tumbling backward, he pulled her on top of him on the huge bed, the crisp, soft, white linens billowing around them like the summer clouds above their romantic highland hideaway, his mouth still locked with hers. His fingers continued their sensual journey down her body, right to her core as his mouth moved over one of her tightened nipples.
She stroked her hands down his back, delighting in the feel of his muscles flexing under her touch.
Rolling her onto her back, he laid atop her body resting on his elbows. “I love you so much,” he whispered. His gaze locked onto hers as he slipped inside her, making her gasp as she revelled in the feeling of closeness.
Grasping him as he moved, she breathed, “I love you too…more than anything.”
Their bodies moved together as they made love slowly and languorously, kissing and caressing each other and whispering loving, tender words. Suddenly, they were lost together out in the heavens, crying out each other’s name and holding on tight. Lily was once again overwhelmed with emotion and tears escaped her eyes. She would never get enough of this feeling.
Never.
When they had calmed and she was resting her head on his chest, she traced the tattoo once again. She reached up and placed a kiss where it scarred him so beautifully. “I still can’t believe you did it.”
“What? The tattoo? Well, once I knew that yours was done all those years ago for me, I had to have one to match.” He kissed her hair and stroked his fingers down her back. “I still can’t believe you did that for me…before I even knew… I always wondered what it meant… Gaelic was never a language I understood, even though it really is beautiful.”
She paused for a moment. “Well, the words are true… I will always love you.”
He squeezed her closer to him. “Well, now you know the feeling is mutual and the words are there permanently…only for you…forever.”
She sighed as she continued to trace the script.
He tilted her chin up with his finger, so that their eyes met. “Happy honeymoon, Mrs. Adam Langton,” he whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers once again.