“By this time tomorrow we’ll be on our way, and in three days ye’ll see it,” she murmured, because that’s how long he’d saidit would take to get to Innes. It had taken Dwyn and her family much longer to travel to Buchanan from Innes, but they’d hada wagon and a large party of soldiers with them. She and Geordie were planning to ride straight there at speed, with justa sack of clothes each and Alick and Rory for company. Their chests would follow with her father, sisters and the escort ofInnes warriors they’d brought with them and would take twice or perhaps even three times as long to make the journey. Sheknew her sisters were above stairs seeing to packing their own clothes away in the chests they’d come in.
“Should no’ we tell Aulay or Jetta where we’re going?” Dwyn asked as he pushed open one of the doors and led her down thekeep stairs.
“Aulay was taking Jetta above stairs for a nap when I came to find ye,” Geordie said, glancing around to waggle his eyebrowssuggestively to let her know what kind of nap he was speaking of. Heading for the stables now, he told her, “Which is whatmade me think I should take the opportunity to take ye to the waterfall.”
“Ah,” she said with amusement.
Geordie must have stopped at the stables before coming to fetch her. His horse was ready and just being led out as they arrived.When he caught her about the waist and lifted her into the saddle, Dwyn supposed that meant she was riding with him ratherthan on her own mount, but didn’t mind. Any excuse to have his arms around her always gained Dwyn’s approval, and she leanedback into him with a pleased little sigh once he was mounted behind her. Geordie’s arms slid around her and he hugged herbriefly, and then he took the reins and they were off.
They’d barely put the outer wall at their back before Geordie was shifting his reins to one hand so that he could reach upand caress her breasts with the other. Moaning, Dwyn pressed back into him with her shoulders, her back arching upward intothe caress.
“Ye’re always so responsive to me, love,” Geordie growled, nipping her ear and then sucking it soothingly so that she hardlynoticed when he pulled her neckline down to free her breasts to his touch without the cloth in the way.
Dwyn didn’t protest it though when she felt his rough fingers on her unprotected skin. Instead, she reached behind her torub him through the cloth of his plaid and said, “I ken, m’laird. I turn into little more than a slattern with ye.”
Geordie released her breast to clasp her jaw and turned her head up and back for a punishing kiss, and then growled, “Ferme, mayhap, and I hope ye always will be.”
He returned to fondling her then, so that by the time they reached the waterfall, they were both panting heavily and burningfor each other. They undressed each other at the same time, stumbling and fumbling a bit as they tried to kiss and grope eachother even as they did it, and then Geordie lifted her up into his arms and she wrapped her legs around him, trapping hiserection between them and rubbing against it as he walked out into the water and then under the falls.
Dwyn gasped as the cold water briefly poured over them, and then he set her on a ledge where she was able to lean her upperbody back so that it rushed down over her breasts and stomach, but not her face. She saw Geordie through a sheet of water,and then his face joined hers in the safe waterless space and he kissed her as he slid into her.
Dwyn had never experienced anything like it, water was caressing them everywhere as he loved her, adding to his caresses andkisses, and she suddenly understood why he’d wanted to show her this spot. She told him so later as they lay on a plaid inthe clearing at the edge of the loch.
“Aye.” He ran one hand lazily up and down her back where she’d collapsed on him after he’d carried her out of the water andthey’d made love again. “’Twas as good as I imagined ’twould be.”
Dwyn lifted her head and raised an eyebrow. “As ye imagined? Ye’ve never done that before?”
“In the waterfall?” Geordie asked, and then shook his head. “Hell, no. I always feared I’d drown meself did I try it, andI would no’ drown meself fer any woman. Except you.”
“That sounded like it was meant to be a compliment,” Dwyn said thoughtfully. “And yet I just want to slap ye.” When he raisedhis head to peer at her with surprise, she said solemnly, “I do no’ want ye to drown fer me, husband. I’d rather ye live ferme, thank ye very much.”
Geordie grinned at that and hugged her close, but then admitted, “Well, no’ just fer ye, mayhap. I have been imagining doingthat almost since meeting ye.”
Dwyn smiled faintly, and rested her head on his chest again, but after a moment he sighed and said, “I suppose we’d best headback. ’Twill be time fer the sup soon, and I promised to help ye with packing after.”
Her eyebrows rose at that. She didn’t recall him promising to help her. Although she had some vague recollection of his saying“they” could pack that night. She suspected though that his helping would end up just slowing her down since they had so muchtrouble keeping their hands off each other. She didn’t point that out, however, but simply dragged herself off of him, andbegan to gather her clothes.
They dressed in a companionable silence, and then walked to his horse holding hands. Geordie mounted first this time, andthen leaned down to catch her about the waist and lift her up before him. He didn’t urge the horse to move right away though.Instead, he sat for a moment, letting his eyes sweep the loch, the waterfall and the clearing.
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