Page 126 of Laird of Smoke
When he stepped from the water, she peered up at him with a sultry question.“Are ye hungry?”
One side of his mouth curved up into a devilish smile.“Oh aye, lass.”
He needed no more invitation.Shoving the food aside, he joined her on the plaid.
With an impish grin, he pulled her to him.
She shrieked in protest at his cold, wet skin as he held her close.
“Shh,” he warned.“Someone may hear us.”
“Ye’re wicked,” she whispered with a shiver.
“Ye invited me, selkie.”
“That I did.”
Already she was beginning to warm in his embrace.And when he cradled her chin and kissed her, she forgot about everything but the lovely feast he offered.
“Mmm,” he murmured against her mouth, “this is delicious fare.”He nibbled at her lips, pretending to taste her.“Cherries.”He sampled the top of her cheek.“Peaches.”He moved his hand down the side of her neck, rounded her shoulder, and lowered his palm to capture her breast.“Mmm, manchet.”He bent down to nip gently at her flesh, as if taking a bite of bread.
Her head was spinning.But her appetite was whetted.And she wanted to take him on this sensual journey as well.
She eased her hand down his backside and clasped his firm buttock.“I see ye’ve brought bacon.”
He chuckled low against her ear.“I’ve a sausage as well.”
She could feel it.Pulsing.Warming.Hardening against her.
He turned his hand and glided his palm over her belly into her nest of curls.
“But I think this to start,” he murmured, sliding his fingers to separate her wet, womanly folds.
He lowered his head, moving between her thighs to tease her flesh with his tongue.She arched in ecstasy to meet him, reveling in the contrast of cool water and warm sun and the divine sensations he painted upon her.Again and again, he bathed her, until she thought she could bear no more.
Then he withdrew.
For one distressing moment, she thought he was finished with her.But in the next moment, he eased into her with his firm staff, and she moaned as her desperate wish was fulfilled.
With measured grace, he made love to her on the warm woolen plaid under the dappled sunlight while the babbling burn played a peaceful song.
At first they moved in a soothing rhythm.Theirs was a dance of nature and quiet and calm.
But soon their tender striving intensified, growing more and more frenzied.Eve writhed against the heat.Her fingers clawed at the plaid.And Adam’s eager groans drove the music to a faster pace.The forest around them disappeared, and Eve saw only Adam in this beautiful Garden of Eden.
With a sharp cry of discovery, she soared high above the trees.He followed in her wake, and they flew like a pair of swans across the sky.
Then they shuddered down together.But it was a long while, wrapped in each other’s arms, before Eve began to notice again the murmuring burn and the filtered sunlight and the slight scratch of the wool beneath her.
“Strange,” Adam mumbled.“I’m even hungrier than before.”
She grinned.“That’s a pity, because ye may have kicked the butter into the burn.But I’ll see what I can salvage.”
They dressed, and then she rounded up the scattered food.They only lost a few oatcakes to the mud, and she managed to blow off the bit of dirt that stuck to the hard cheese.
But when they packed up to leave, Eve felt refreshed and rejuvenated, renewed and reassured, secure in the knowledge that Adam had their future well in hand.
Adam wanted to kick himself.He never should have swived Eve.
