He groaned and pulled back an inch. “’Tis time for us to indulge in something we haven’t yet.”
“What?” Seona wondered what else she needed to know about lovemaking. Since they’d only gotten to spend two nights together since that first time, because of crowded sleeping arrangements and various other problems, she was certain she had a lot more to learn about marital relations.
“Bathing each other.” He unclasped the brooch holding his plaid together at his shoulder, then unbuttoned his doublet.
She watched, fascinated, as he quickly stripped off each article of clothing—his boots, his belt, his plaid, his shirt. And then he was bare. She held her breath, taking in all his delicious golden skin and sculpted muscles. His chest, his rippled abdomen and the trail of gilded hair that led down to… Heavens! He was fully aroused.
And now, so was she.
“What are you doing?” he asked, moving toward her.
She swallowed hard. “Naught.”
“Aye, exactly. You were supposed to be undressing.” He unbelted her arisaid and let it drop to the floor, then quickly divested her of the rest of her clothing.
When she stood before him naked, she shivered. Not because of cold, but because his gaze was so hot, like blue flame touched to kindling. He lifted her and stood her in the tub, then sat down on the opposite end.
“Come.” He motioned her toward him.
When she lowered herself between his muscular thighs and leaned back against his hard chest and hard… other things, she felt almost sinful. But he was her husband, and there was no need for shame or embarrassment.
Taking the soap, he lathered his hands, then glided his palms up her wet arms and over her shoulders, massaging deeply. She sighed in delight. After bathing her neck, he trailed his hands down to her breasts, gently cupped and caressed them. He uttered a breathy moan in her ear.
Once he’d soaped his hands again, he trailed them down to her hips. He drew her onto his lap, turned her slightly toward him and kissed her lips, delicious sinful tongue kisses. The next thing she knew, his hand was between her thighs, stroking over her most sensitive parts. She gasped and widened her legs, craving more of his intoxicating touch.
He groaned. “Aye.”
“I want you,” she whispered, the ache inside her growing more intense.
“You must bathe me first, m’lady.” He grinned and handed her the soap.
What? She could scarce form a coherent thought. But she made an effort.
After scrambling off his lap, she knelt facing him, between his legs. She glanced down to see the tip of his shaft protruding from the water. Heat and arousal drenched her. Dropping the soap, she slid her lathered hands up and down his sleek, stone-hard length.
He muttered a curse and stiffened, his eyes growing even darker. Was he near to losing control? Deciding to tease and tempt him, she took the soap and slicked it over his sculpted chest, around his neck, under his arms.
When he tried to stroke her nipples, she caught his hand and washed his arm but his other hand found its mark, tweaking her already hard nipple.
He pulled her astride his thighs. “Lean back.”
“Why?”
“I want to wash your hair.” He grinned.
Looking into his mischievous eyes, she wondered what he was about. “How?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Aye, you ken I do.”
“Then relax.”
When she leaned backward, he dipped her long hair into the water, then pulled her upright. He combed soapy fingers through her hair then rubbed his fingertips against her scalp. It felt heavenly. She sighed, enjoying that and his hard member pressed against her lower belly.
“Time to lean back and rinse,” he said. Once she did and her hair was free of suds, he tugged her up again. “That was one luscious sight,” he murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
She blushed, imagining herself as he must have seen her, back arched, breasts thrust upward.
He captured her lips in a carnal kiss, sliding his tongue inside and taunting hers.
Abruptly, he pushed himself from the tub, supporting her with one arm, and stood.
“We didn’t wash your hair yet.”
“Later,” he said against her mouth and carried her toward the bed.
“My hair is too wet,” she said. “’Twill drench the sheets.”
He grinned wickedly. “Well, who needs a bed?”
What did he mean?
She had already wrapped her legs around his waist. Now, his shaft rubbed against her in a most enticing way. She hissed. “Aye, Keegan.”
“Are you certain?” he teased.
“Aye, I want you. Now.”
“Och, you are a demanding wench.” He nibbled on her neck and positioned himself. With one hard thrust, he slid to her depths.
She cried out at the sudden penetration. Although she craved him, she was not yet accustomed to his size. It always took her a few moments to adjust.
Holding himself deep within her, he tongued her nipples, suckled them. She moaned and he started moving, sliding in a slow and provocative manner. She sensed something at her back. The door. And his arm. The other beneath her hips. He held her just so, driving himself up into her at a faster pace with each moment that passed. Pleasure ricocheted through her, resounding, overwhelming. How was such intense sensation possible? She held on ’round his neck, her fingers buried in his thick hair, his mouth against hers, breathing hard, devouring. He consumed every part of her and she begged for more.
He moved his hand between their bodies, stroking with his thumb against a highly inflamed spot. Her pleasure shot skyward and she screamed, clutching onto him. Ecstasy crashed through her, rolling her along its violent waves. It stole her breath.
“God, how I love you,” Keegan growled against her ear, pushed deep and trembled against her, groaning.
She gasped, tears flooding her eyes. “I love you.” Though she wanted to say more, there were not enough words to explain how much she loved him. Because of him, she truly lived.
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Please look for other books in my Highland Adventure series.
Book 1: My Fierce Highlander
Book 2: My Wild Highlander
Book 3: My Brave Highlander
Book 4: My Daring Highlander
Look for book 5, Torrin and Jessie's story, next.
Thank you!
About The Author
Vonda Sinclair's favorite indulgent pastime is exploring Scotland, from Edinburgh to the untamed and windblown north coast. She also enjoys creating hot, Highland heroes and spirited lasses to drive them mad. She is an EPIC Award winner, a past Golden Heart finalist and Laurie award winner. She lives with her amazing and supportive husband in the mountains of North Carolina where she is no doubt creating another Scottish story. Please visit her website to learn more. www.vondasinclair.com
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three