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Her hands slipped beneath the water, traversing his back to take the path to his shaft. Beneath the water it was hard, standing upright. She allowed her fingers to grip it lightly, slipping up and down as if by accident.
He moaned and clutched her hand. “Nae yet, lass. There is more delight in store fer us yet.”
Chuckling, she moved her hand, her heart pumping fiercely at his words.
By the time she was done with her exploration of his body – running questing fingers over the smooth skin of his wide shoulders, over his chest, and around his middle – amid the sweet-smelling suds, and he’d lowered himself to rinse, the water was cooling.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Ewan got to his feet, exposing the full glory of his nakedness to her breathless gaze. He was truly splendid as he stepped from the tub onto the corded mat beside the tub, water streaming down his shining form.
Then, taking two large sheets of linen, he held a hand to help her out of the water and wrapped them both in the coarsely woven fabric.
He dried himself quickly, then used the second sheet to dry her, swaddling her in the cloth from shoulder to ankles. As he hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, she thrummed with anticipation, every part of her sparking with the fire they had ignited as they bathed.
He laid her on the bed, gazing down at her. She was pink and soft and sweetly-scented, her skin glowing, her still-damp hair a mass of golden light with tiny ringlets falling about her face.
She was utterly delectable and utterly irresistible as she lay there looking up at him, her hazel eyes shining, her plush lips full and inviting.
He moaned, leaning down and buried his head in the fragrant profusion of the tendrils and locks of her hair spread across the pillow.
He lifted his head, hungry for her lips, aching for her kiss, her touch, and the silk-satin of her warm skin. Slowly unwrapping the towel, first from her shoulders, he kissed the arch of her delicate throat, breathing in her scent, his heart stuttering, his senses swimming with delight.
He kissed the smoothness of her shoulders, first one then the other, and lowered the sheet that still wrapped her loosely.
She uttered a loud sigh as he released her arms and she took his head in her hands and held him so that he kissed her mouth, tasting the sweetness of it, inhaling the delicate fragrance of roses.
“Mmm, ye’re good enough tae eat, me lady. I wish tae taste all of ye.”
She laughed in his mouth, pressing her bare breasts against him so that the warm, smooth skin of her nakedness tussled with the roughness of the hairs on his chest.
“I like how that feels,” she whispered and he groaned at the sheer overriding pleasure of tingling sensation.
His hand cupped her breast, teasing the pink nubs, his own pleasure heightened by her little gasps and moans as his finger and thumb traced circles and he laid his mouth to suckle her.
“Oh me dear Laird Mackenzie, ye…” she groaned, leaving him to imagine her next words.
He raised his head, liking the little sound of disappointment she made as he did so. “What is it that I dae tae ye?” He moved his hand lower, cupping her mound. “Is it this, ye like?”
“Hmm,” she groaned again, sucking in a hard breath, arching her back. “That thing, wi’…yer finger, it’s…” her words were lost once more and he chuckled.
He swirled his tongue in her belly button while his fingers worked wicked magic between her folds.
Then he kissed a trail down her belly where his fingers had been moments before and unfolded that last of the towel so that at last her legs were free.
With one hand he parted her knees, and lowered his head to kiss her mound again, toying her soft curls with his tongue. Then as she moaned under him, he laid her pink, wet folds open to his gaze.
He groaned, his shaft throbbing from the pressure of its own hardness. “Ye’re the bonniest sight I’ve ever rested me eyes on sweet lass.” He looked up meeting her gaze, her eyes dark as moss. “Can I kiss ye there and taste the sweetness between yer thighs?”
She gave a little huff, sucking in her breath, struggling to form the word. “Aye,” she breathed it, almost lost by now.
His senses were on fire for her, he wanted everything of her, her touch, her taste, to savor every part of her. His shaft ached for entry, and he groaned at the thought of her long, lithe legs wrapping him and the feel of her velvet surrounding him as he plunged inside her.
Gritting his teeth, he forced his restraint. It was her pleasure and the wild storm of her desire now that were uppermost in his mind.
He licked and sucked, gently at first, then as she moaned and bucked against him, he grew bolder, tasting the sweet-salty flavor of her on his tongue. She gripped his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, crying his name, until at last he felt her spasms and heard her cries of ecstasy.
“Oh my, I had nay idea there could be such… such…” She was lost for words and he chuckled as she caught her ragged breathing and subsided into her pillows, spent, satiated, and filled with wonder.
