“I’m sorry ye’ve been hurt and made sick, lass,” Geordie said in a husky voice as he began to move the now-soapy cloth overher body, starting at her neck and shoulders, before moving lower. “But hopefully, with Catriona and Sasha gone, the attackswill end.”
“Aye,” Dwyn breathed, her eyes closing and head dropping back as he began to soap her breasts, his hands caressing even asthey cleaned.
“Ye’re so beautiful when ye do that,” he growled, both hands on her breasts now and concentrating on the nipples, one withthe linen, one without.
Blinking, she lowered her head with confusion. “When I do what?” she asked, and then gasped and threw her head back againwhen one of his hands suddenly dipped into the water to slide between her legs.
“That,” he said. “Ye close yer eyes, and throw yer head back, yer beautiful neck stretched tight and yer mouth open just abit. It makes me want to—” His mouth covered hers suddenly and Dwyn opened her eyes and pulled her hands out of the waterto wrap them around his neck. She moaned with pleasure when his tongue thrust between her lips and then cried out into hismouth when his fingers slid between the folds guarding her sensitive nub and began to run circles around it.
Dwyn kissed him back desperately as he caressed her, her fingers plucking and tugging at his plaid. She wanted to touch hisnaked skin. She wanted to run her hands over his shoulders and down his back. She wanted to press her breasts to his nakedchest and . . . Dear God, she wanted him to keep touching her, but wanted him to taste her again too. She wanted that explosiverelease he’d given her before. But she wanted to touch him there too, so that he exploded as well, and she wanted . . .
Dwyn cried out with dismay when he suddenly broke their kiss, and then watched him stand and give his plaid a tug that hadit dropping away to the floor. She barely got to see him in just his shirt, and note that he had fine strong legs, beforehe tugged the shirt up and off. Her gaze moved immediately to his pillicock and her eyes widened incredulously as she sawhow large and hard it looked. It was pointing accusingly at her, she noted, before he bent and lifted her out of the tub.
“Put yer arms around me, lass,” Geordie ordered, and she did so automatically and then squeezed her eyes nervously closedas he stepped into the tub he’d just taken her out of. She didn’t open them again until he’d settled in the water with herin his lap, the backs of her knees on one side of the tub, her feet hanging over but not touching the floor, and her backagainst the other side, her hair trailing on the floor. She could feel his hard erection against her bottom, and her gazeshifted to Geordie’s face as he leaned back in the tub and looked her over as his hands returned to her body.
“One day I’d like to take ye to the loch and make love to ye under the waterfall,” he murmured, his hands closing over herbreasts again. “There’s a little ledge on the wall under the falls I can set ye on while I love ye.”
“Oh,” Dwyn breathed, her eyes closing as she enjoyed his touch and envisioned what he was describing.
“Would ye like that?” he asked, shifting one hand between her legs to caress her there again.
“A-aye, G-Geordie,” Dwyn gasped, her legs automatically spreading to give him more room, and one hand sliding from his neckto drop and cover his, urging him on.
He kissed her again, and Dwyn kissed him back with all she had, her mouth opening, her tongue meeting his, her lips suckingand her chest twisting to press against his and slide soapy wet across the coarse hairs there. Her hips began to move, ridingthe hand caressing her, and her bottom was rubbing over the hardness beneath her. Dwyn heard water splashing out on the floor,but didn’t care as she chased that release she’d experienced before. And then he slid one finger into her and she broke theirkiss on a gasp, her head pulling back so she could look at him. Geordie held her gaze and eased the finger in farther, histhumb now rubbing over the center of her excitement.
“Relax yer muscles, lass. Let me in,” he growled, easing his finger back out a ways before pushing back in, deeper this time,his thumb continuing to build her excitement as he did.
Whimpering, Dwyn leaned back against the side of the tub, her back arching, and legs opening and closing around his hand,hips moving into the caress. She tried to relax her muscles for him, but she was panting, her body tightening, the need inher becoming so intense she didn’t think she could bear it.
“That’s it, love. Give me yer passion,” he murmured, splashing water over her breasts with his free hand to rinse away thesoap, before bending his head to claim one nipple. Catching it between his teeth, he nipped lightly, then began to draw hard,adding to the pressure building in her, and Dwyn clutched at his head with her free hand, her other still covering his betweenher legs and trying to move it more swiftly against her and with more pressure. But he resisted, keeping his movements slowand steady until she thought she would go mad in search of her release.
“Geordie,” she gasped desperately, and felt a second finger join the first, stretching her as they slid in. Releasing herbreast then, he raised his head and watched her face, his expression a combination of grim determination and something softer.
“What is it,
