Page 83 of The Shadow Path
Duncan hesitated for only a heartbeat before he wrapped his arms around her, angled his mouth over hers, and feasted.
His lips were soft and his beard was rough, but all Carys could think about was the sensation of his mouth moving over hers, his callused hand gripping the small of her back, and the hand that smoothed over the bruise on her left buttock.
Her head was swimming as Duncan lifted her and walked her toward the bath, setting her down on the thick rug next to the wooden tub. He drew back and silently unwrapped her dressing gown before tossing it on the bed behind her. Then he reached down and took her nightgown by the edge and pulled it slowly up and over her head, leaving her completely naked save for her woolen slippers.
Duncan knelt in front of her and lifted one foot, then the other, staring up at her, his eyes scanning her body, taking in every inch.
Carys had never felt more exposed in her life. “Duncan?—”
“Beautiful.” His voice was rough. “You’re so beautiful, Carys.” He leaned forward and kissed her hip where a bruise was forming. Then a small scar next to her belly button. “I want to taste every inch of you.” His tongue licked out and his teethscraped along the soft flesh of her belly. “God, I want to ravish you, but I know you’re sore.”
She pulled at his shirt. “It’s a big bath. Why don’t we both get in before it gets cold?”
His eyes met hers, and they glinted with amusement. “I do like the way you think.”
Duncan stood and quickly disrobed.
It was… surreal.
While he and his twin were identical in looks, their bodies were remarkably different in build. Duncan was thick everywhere. Shoulders, arms, legs.
And yes, the minute he took his pants off, she looked. How could she not?
His cock was thick, erect, and it had an intriguing curve to it. She felt her body heat up, and she couldn’t drag her eyes away.
Duncan caught her stare. “If you keep looking at me like that, this bath is going to get cold.”
Carys climbed in and she was glad they hadn’t waited, because in the chill of the evening air, the water was hot, but it was cooling off. She sat down and reached for his hand. “Come on then. Sit between my legs and give me some of that soap I love. I’ll wash your back.”
“You’re testing my patience, Professor Morgan.”
“Indulge me.”
The heat of the water was as delicious as the rippling muscles on his arms and back, and Carys didn’t hesitate a moment before running the chunk of fragrant soap over his skin.
Duncan let out a sigh and leaned back into her touch as she wrapped her legs around him. He ran his hands along her legs and cradled her foot and ankle in his strong hands.
“How’s this?” He touched her ankle. “The swelling is almost gone.”
“It’s good. That magical healing is the best.” She arched her foot and managed to run a toe along the length of his erection.
Duncan hissed. “I wasn’t wrong before—you’re a menace.” He pressed his back against her. “I love the feeling of your tits on my back.”
She was washing him, but she was also feeling him up, her fingers slipping over the ridges of his arms, along his side, and across rippled abdominal muscles that made her body clench.
Carys reached under his arm and ran the soap across his chest, marveling at the rock-hard span of muscle under her fingers. “You are… incredibly strong.”
“Hmm.” He grunted. “And you are…” His hands reached back, trailing along her wet legs and the outside of her thighs. “…soft as silk.” He grabbed the soap from her and lathered it between his palms, then thoroughly washed her shoulders, arms, and hands, dipping her fingers in the water so he could take them in his mouth and slowly suck them, running the tip of his tongue along the soft folds where her fingers joined.
It was an obvious demonstration, but Carys didn’t want to rush. She ran soapy fingers down Duncan’s chest, along his abdomen, and down below the water, wrapping both her hands around his erection as he arched back and turned his head, searching for her mouth.
“Woman, you’ll kill me.”
She whispered in his ear. “They call it the little death for a reason.”
He captured her lips with his own, groaning into her mouth as she stroked him.
Duncan’s kiss grew desperate and his body grew harder. Impossibly hard.
