Page 32 of A Forbidden Night with a Scot
At the sound of the name, Alicia stopped struggling and looked, truly looked, at the intruder for the first time. It was indeed Samuel, his blonde hair now wet and sticking to his skin, his blue eyes still bright under the moonlight.
At the recognition, a shiver of a different kind ran down Alicia’s spine. Samuel’s arms were still around her, holding her tightly, and their bodies were pressed from chest to feet, her naked body against his clothed one.
Only his legs were bare as the kilt he wore still floated in the water, not yet fully saturated with it. Alicia could feel the wet slide of his thigh against hers, even against her mound as Samuel hugged her close, his arms enveloping her entirely.
“I thought somethin’ happened tae ye,” he said. “I thought ye were?—”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but Alicia didn’t need him to in order to know what he meant. He thought she was dead, like his wife, like his son in that sea. His relief at finding her alive was so overwhelming that he didn’t even try to push her away, seemingly uncaring of her nudity.
“I’m alright,” she assured him, taking the chance to run a hand through his hair and look in his eyes, tongue darting out to lick her lips. The moonlight highlighted the sharp features of his face—the jawline, the strong nose and high, regal forehead, making him look almost otherworldly, and Alicia couldn’t take his eyes off him. “I’m alright.”
With a grimace, as though it pained him, Samuel wrapped his fingers gently around Alicia’s wrist and removed her hand from his hair. “Alicia, I cannae.”
As he spoke, he made to pull away, but Alicia was quicker, emboldened by the cover of the night and the fact that there was no one else around. She wrapped her arms around Samuel’s neck, swimming close to him once more, and then hooked a leg around his waist for good measure, a soft moan escaping her as her folds brushed against him.
Her need for him was so strong that she didn’t care about anything else. Samuel could push her away, he could reprimand her for this, he could yell at her, he could decide he never wanted to see her again. None of it mattered. After all, he would be leaving the following day and Alicia didn’t know if she would ever see him again.
Surging forward, Alicia pressed her lips desperately against Samuel’s, fully expecting him to push her away, to reject her. What she did not expect was for Samuel to tighten his grip on her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he deepened the kiss, licking just as desperately into her mouth.
It was like a dream, one Alicia could hardly comprehend. Samuel was kissing her; he was touching her, his hands like a lick of flame on her skin, encouraging her to wrap both legs around his waist and grabbing her buttocks when she did. Warmth pooled in Alicia’s core, dripping out of her as her hips sought more friction, her body chasing that pleasurable sensation she had felt at the first brush of his thigh against her.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about ye,” Samuel admitted, mumbling into the kiss. “I’ve beendreamin’about ye.”
Alicia’s breath hitched at the confession, her heart beating wildly as Samuel hauled her higher up. She shivered as the cold air hit her wet skin, but when Samuel wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking at the hardened nub, any chill was erased from her mind. Arching her back, Alicia pressed closer and closer, not knowing what she desired the most: the heat of his mouth on her breasts or the brush of his muscled stomach against her mound.
She wanted it all. She wanted Samuel to do everything he had described to her and more.
“Please,” she gasped, not even knowing what she was asking for anymore. “Please, please, Samuel. I’ve wanted ye fer so long. I’ve wantedthisfer so long. Make me yers. Take me, I wish tae feel ye, please.”
Samuel groaned, the sound coursing through Alicia, reverberating inside her. “I’ll be so good fer ye,” he promised, one hand moving towards her opening to tease her folds in a way that made her breath catch in her throat. “Is this what ye want? Ye’ve made it so difficult fer me tae resist ye. I’ll give it tae ye then. If ye wish fer it so badly, then I’ll give ye what ye want.”
As he spoke, his fingers rubbed against her, her own slickness and that of the water making for an easy, pleasurable glide. He teased her folds, touching all around her opening but never once breaching her, even as Alicia moved her hips in an attempt to take more. Her efforts only gained her a playful slap to her rear, one that had her stilling for a moment before she groaned deep in her throat and doubled her efforts.
She was entirely lost in her pleasure, nothing else in her mind save for Samuel’s heavy breathing and the feel of him against her, so when he stopped his ministrations, Alicia was confused at first. She frowned as she pulled back enough to look at him, but before she could speak, Samuel pressed his finger over his lips in a shushing gesture.
Then she heard it. There was a sound not too far from them—one that could be from an animal or it could be from a human.
Once again, she froze, moving deeper into the water to hide. The sound repeated itself a few times, like a crunching of leaves and twigs underfoot, before it stopped entirely, but by then, both she and Samuel were too paranoid to stay in the lake.
“We should head back tae the castle,” he said, quickly pulling back from Alicia.
She nodded, swimming to the bank and quickly dressing. Her clothes stuck to her skin and so did her hair, the soaked fabrics uncomfortable and heavy, but she didn’t stop until she was covered from neck to toe. Next to her, Samuel was even more soaked, dripping water everywhere he walked.
What will happen now?
So many things had been left unsaid between them. Would Samuel want to talk to her this time or would he pretend like nothing happened, avoiding her just as he had been all those days?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound of the water dripping from Samuel’s clothes echoed up and down the hallways of Gavin’s castle as he sought out Nerian. It was late at night, but there was no one else to whom Samuel could turn, and after the incident at the lake, he desperately needed some friendly advice.
What have I done? How could I dae this tae Alicia?
He had let his own desires get in the way of what was right. He had disappointed not only himself, but Alicia and Gavin, too, even if his friend didn’t know it—and even if he would never find out.
He could imagine the look of utter betrayal on Gavin’s face, the shock and horror upon realizing he had almost defiled his daughter like this. He could imagine the fallout that would follow, the complete annihilation of their friendship. Gavinwould never want to see him again before his eyes. He would never want to let him see Alicia, either.
