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I grinned. “I’m going to wash ye.”
Her frown deepened. “You’re the one who’s in need of a tender touch.”
I grinned even wider and leaned down so the servants wouldn’t hear. “There’s going to be a lot of touching, love.”
Her face colored, rosy on her cheeks, and a fair blush on her neck.
“Oh…” she sighed, her eyes suddenly blazing fire.
“All right, enough,” I boomed to the servants. “Out with ye. I can finish the rest.”
They looked up, some surprised and some with knowing smiles. They finished up quickly and hurried out. I left Emma’s side to shut the door in the protesting faces of both Hilde and Agatha. Both proclaiming their needs to tend to Emma, in an attempt to get me away from her. I knew what they were saying—in truth they did not believe she was a woman I should trifle with, and they were right.
I was through playing games. I wanted her for my own, forever.
“Time for your bath, my lady,” I said, striding toward her.
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Logan
Emma’s sensual mouth curled in a smile. “I thought it would never be ready,” she said.
I laughed, and when I reached her, turned her around so I could uncoil her hair and run my fingers through it. So soft. The scent of lavender drifted to my nostrils. I leaned close to breathe her in.
“Ye’re the only reason I made it through that hell hole.” I slid my hands over the curve of her shoulders, massaging the tension that had taken up residence. “The thought of ye, the memories, plans for the future. If not for ye, I might have given up.”
She shook her head, her hair swaying, giving me brief glimpses of her silky neck. I leaned down and kissed the crook between her neck and shoulder. Emma sighed with pleasure and tilted her head to the side to give me better access to her flesh.
“You’re more resilient than you know, Logan,” she said. “Though you think you might have perished, I know you better than that. You’re strong and you’re loyal to your people. You wouldn’t have allowed yourself to simply…die.”
I scraped my teeth over to her shoulder and sucked at her flesh. She shuddered, reached up and slid her hand around the back of my neck.
“I dinna know, lass. There were times I think I might have.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Me, too.” I chuckled and turned her to face me. “I could never have left you.”
Emma slid her hands up over my chest, sending frissons of deep yearning to rush through my veins. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned up on tiptoe. “I hope you never do again.”
She closed the distance, kissing my lips tenderly. But all tenderness lasted a mere few seconds as I swept my tongue inside her mouth to taste her. That simple move caused a surge of hunger to discharge through us both. We clung tight to one another, mouths hungrily sliding over and again.
As we kissed, we tugged at the clothing blocking us from touching skin to skin. Her gown, chemise, my shirt and plaid, both our boots and hose, until we stood naked and flush together. The heat of our bodies singed as we rubbed against one another, our mouths still connected. A tantalizing torment. Her breasts crushed to my chest, hardened nipples scraping over my skin, and the warm, damp netherlips teasing my thickened cock.
I groaned, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs sliding over her cherry-ripe nipples. My mouth watered, like her body was the essence of life and I a dying man. I dipped down to taste her reddened pebble, flicking my tongue over it, circling it, then drawing it gently into my mouth. Emma cried out, arching her back, her hands threading in my hair. Her response to me was always so raw, powerful and filled with passion, sparking a parallel response in myself.
“I’ve wanted this,” she panted, “for so long. It was torture not having you.”
“Och, lass, ye have no idea.” I feasted on one breast and then another. Slid my fingers along the inside of her thigh until I reached the dewy sweetness of her cunny. I groaned. My blood pumped, fueling me for an eternity with my desire for her.
I lifted her into the air, one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back. “Time for your bath, my lady, else I take ye right here on the chamber floor.”
“You know, I can never have a bath without my body burning for you,” she confessed.
“The sound of water makes my cock hard, for every trickle reminds me of water dripping on your silken, luscious body.”
I practically ran to the tub, stepped inside and sank down with Emma facing away from me and settled between my thighs. Her buttocks pressed temptingly to my cock. I shifted back a little, but she only followed me.
