Page 72 of A Sinful Night with a Scot
After a celebratory drink in the drawing room, Keane and Elsie retired to his bedchamber. While he was opposed to all the fussing, Elsie was determined to tend to his wounds, and Iseabail only backed her up.
“Ye’re outnumbered, me friend,” Owen had chuckled. “Ye might as well give in. It’s easier.”
Having little choice, though not overly enamored by being pressured into it, Keane had finally relented. He now sat in a chair beside the fire in his bedchamber, waiting upon the maids to bring water for a bath that Elsie had ordered.
“Now,” she said, taking a bowl of water and a cloth. “Let me tak’ a look at those wounds.”
“Will ye stop fussing, lass? I’m fine.”
“Listen,” she said firmly, looking intently into his eyes. “I have just been forced tae watch ye battle with the man I once called me faither. It was terrifying and heartbreaking in equal measures. The least ye can dae is let me tend tae yer injuries.”
Keane’s eyes softened then, as though understanding what it had been like for her. “All right, little one,” he said gently.
The truth was, he had no idea what it had been like. As she dipped the cloth into the water and wiped away the dried blood on his leg, it was the first time she was really able to examine her feelings.
As cruel and dreadful as he had been during her lifetime, Roland had still been a father to her. She had, for the most part, respected him as a man. Indeed, he had not been loving or caring. But then, she had never experienced those things before, and thus, had had nothing to compare it with.
It was only since her affection for Keane, and having those emotions reciprocated, that Elsie truly found out what she was missing. Still, that did not mean she desired her father to die. And thus, watching the two men who had made such an impact in her life battling one another, had been torturous.
“It cannae have been easy fer ye, Elsie.”
Her eyes flew up to his in confusion, until the immediate realization hit her.
“Will there ever be a time that ye’re nae in me head?”
Keane smiled and shrugged. “Only when I cannae touch ye. But then, I dinnae want tae think o’ such a time.”
Elsie smiled softly back and nodded. “Me neither.” She sighed. “Besides, he got what he deserved.”
Keane shook his head. “Nay. He didnae. But at least now, he will leave ye alone.”
Soon after that, the maids arrived with hot water, which they poured into the tub. Once they were away, Elsie locked the door.Now she could leave Keane to bathe himself. But as she was making her way over to the adjoining door to retire to her own room, she heard his voice.
“Are ye nae going tae stay?” His smile was full of mischief. “I am injured, remember? I might need yer help.”
Elsie giggled then, and turned back towards him. “Fine. Get undressed, and I will prepare the towels.”
“Och, nay. I think ye need tae be far closer than that,” he said, approaching her slowly.
Elsie stilled as he tugged at the cords of her corset. With the strings undone, he let it drop to the floor. The rest of her clothes followed after he had peeled them off her. Standing back, he took a second to drink her in, taking a slow deep breath and releasing it as he did so.
“Ye are so very beautiful, little one,” he said, before leading her to the tub.
Holding onto Keane’s hand, Elsie placed one foot in at a time before lowering herself into the water. She couldn’t help but continue to gaze at him as he removed his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers.
Climbing into the tub behind her, Keane wrapped his legs around hers. After that, he began trickling water over her hair.Once her long locks were washed, he pulled her to lie back on his chest, took the cloth, and bathed her body.
Elsie was aroused by the whole experience. She felt her body dancing at his touch as he lingered over her breasts and her hardened nipples. But as much as she wanted his hands on her, he continued, dragging the cloth down and over her stomach.
She was not the only one aroused though, for she could feel his growing manhood pressing into the base of her spine. She felt his hips moving, but it was only a slight movement. Enough friction to feed the desire he was feeling.
As he continued to take her arms, one by one, and drag the cloth over them, Elsie smiled to herself. Nowhere in her imagination could she have conjured up this scenario. In fact, over those first few days together, she thought him the most brutal beast she had ever met. But as her skin reacted to his touch, the truth became crystal clear. Behind his façade, Keane Mackay was indeed, the tenderest man she had ever met.
The cloth disappeared, and Elsie felt his fingers caress the inside of her thigh. It sent a shiver across her whole body. While his fingers continued to travel up to the apex of her thighs, he leaned his head forward, teasing her ear with his tongue. It was an intense sensation. As aroused as she felt, her body seemed to melt into his, as though they were melding into one person.
Feeling his other hand brush against her nipple, she sucked in a breath of delight. His fingers now caressed the tiny nub thatbrought her so much pleasure. Once more, she experienced the building tension he had elicited from her before.
Panting now as he expertly teased her body into a euphoric state, Elsie found herself climbing, higher and higher. This was no longer new to her, and thus, it seemed to happen even faster this time. She gripped the side of the bathtub, giving herself to him completely. Moans left her lips, which only seemed to arouse him more, for she felt his hard manhood press into her back.
