Page 62 of Healing the Highland Sinner
Damned if she did, damned if she didn’t.
Ellair rode to a cove well away from town and dismounted, then helped her off her horse. It was a cove she knew well. It was where she came when she wanted to be alone to think. Surrounded by sheer rock faces and soaring trees, it was easy to feel alone when she was there. And sometimes, the solitude was welcome. Comforting.
The feature she enjoyed most though, was the natural hot spring in a shallow cave that was tucked up under the face of the cliff. It was sheltered from the wind and, surrounded by stone walls on three of its four sides, it kept the heat from the water inside, making the inside of the cave warm and humid.
“When did ye discover this place?” she asked.
“When I followed ye here one day.”
She startled then shook her head and laughed softly. “Of course ye did.”
“I was goin’ tae say somethin’ tae ye the day I followed ye here, but ye looked like ye had a lot on yer mind, so I let ye be instead.”
“This is me sanctuary.”
“I could tell,” he replied. “I thought ye might be able tae use a little quiet right about now. A chance tae catch yer breath and sort yer thoughts.”
She nodded. “Thank ye. That was thoughtful of ye.”
“Ye’re welcome,” he said. “I just…”
“Yes?”
His gaze lingered on her for a long moment, making her heart race as his icy blue eyes bore into her. The moment was heavy with a sense of anticipation. Longing. And something else. As she looked into his eyes, she thought she saw a hesitance. A tremor of fear. Rosalind didn’t know what to make of it or what could possibly be making him fearful in that moment.
“What is it?” she asked.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but closed it again without speaking a word. Instead, he shook his head and offered her a small smile.
“Naethin’,” he said. “I’ll just… I’ll give ye a little time tae enjoy the spring and relax a bit. Let ye clear yer head. I’ll stand over there and keep watch.”
He turned to go but she reached out and took his hand, turning him back to her. Their eyes met and Rosalind felt that familiar flutter in her heart and warmth spring up in her belly. Her lips curled into a smile as she held his hand and began to draw him back toward the spring.
“Why dinnae ye come enjoy the water with me then, eh?” she purred.
His smile was faltering but she saw the desire flare to life in his eyes. “I’m nae sure?—”
“But I am.”
Still gripping his hand, she pulled him backward. Once they entered the cave and she felt the warmth and moisture of the spring upon her skin, she pulled her tunic off and dropped it to the cave floor. Ellair’s breath caught in his throat, but his eyes remain fixed on her body. Rosalind kicked off her boots and with a sultry smile, shimmied out of her breeches. She stood before him, completely naked for a moment, letting him drink her in.
A flirty smile on her lips and a. sultry glimmer in her eyes, Rosalind stepped back and slipped into the hot waters of the spring, immediately feeling the bunched muscles in her shoulders and back begin to ease. She swam, reaching and leaning against the far side of the rock tub, a low moan spilling from her lips.
Rosalind looked up, watching Ellair through the tendrils of steam that curled off the surface of the pool and smiled as she watched him fumbling with his clothes, seemingly unable to strip them off fast enough. As he pulled his breeches down and kicked them aside, she bit her bottom lip, admiring his toned, muscled body, as well as the long, thick manhood between his legs.
As he entered the pool, memories of their night together flashed through her mind, igniting the fires of passion inside of her. He waded through the water and pressed her to the wall of stone behind her. Their mouths crashed together, tongues lashing one another as desire and want consumed them. She ran her hands over his body as they kissed, relishing the feel of his corded muscles and the way they bunched and flexed as he caressed her.
She reached down, hungry for more, and took hold of his rigid staff. She pumped her hand up and down, relishing the sound of his breathy moans. He kissed her harder, his tongue lashing her own with a near frenzied pace as his desire boiled over, hotter than the water that swirled around their bodies.
“I need ye inside me,” she whispered.
A wolfish grin quirked across his lips, and he kissed her neck, nipping at her collarbones as he kneaded and caressed her full breasts. Rosalind let out a shuddering moan as he lightly pinched her stiff nipples and cried out in pleasure when he grabbed hold of her backside and pressed her body against his thick, stiff organ.
Ellair sat down on one of the natural stone steps then pulled her on top of him. Eager to feel him filling her up, Rosalind straddled his lap, reaching down to grab his rod again. She brushed it against her sensitive part, shivering with delight as goosebumps crawled across her flesh. She nestled it between her velvety folds, then lowered herself, sinking down onto him.
She shuddered as his long staff slid along inner walls and threw her head back, reveling in the sensation of having him fill her up so completely. Rosalind leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his and looked deeply into his eyes. She kissed him as she slipped her hands around the back of his neck and began to roll her hips, taking him into her.
“Bleedin’ hell, ye feel so good,” he gasped.
