anything?”
She kicked off her shoes and began to undress. It took longer for her to slip off her garments than Caelen. She lifted her airisaidh over her head. She stretched out her arm and let the garment fall at his feet.
His gaze roved over her from her pert breasts along her stomach and to the curls guarding her womanhood. She felt every move of his eyes as if he had caressed her with his hands. Her breast grew heavy. Her breath hitched. He met her eyes. They were open wide as if he couldn’t miss one glimpsed of her. He drifted to her as if drawn toward her. He leaned down and caught her lip between his teeth. He nipped on her bottom lip. He slipped the tip of his tongue in her mouth as if he planned to sample her bit by bit. A frisson of feathery tremors danced down her spine and weakened her legs. She leaned against his strong body.
He pulled away, and then planted a quick peck on her lips. With one arm, he lifted her up and climbed into the loch. She gasped as the water lapped at her breast. She stiffened and dug her fingers deeper into his skin.
“You feel nothing?” she asked.
“Aye, I felt something.” He waggled his brows. On another man, she would sneer but on Caelen, she melted. These were the moments she loved when he was playful with her. He revealed more of himself to Brenna than anyone ever saw. They saw the Viking Highlander, a dangerous man who inspired fear in brave men. For her, he was tender, caring, and lured her in, making her believe that nothing mattered but his love.
“I feel something, too. Do you think it’s an eel? Or a fish swimming back and forth against my thigh.”
“Most likely a caber.”
“That large. I should stay away from it.” She leaned back in his arms.
He lowered his head and snagged her hard nipple in his hot mouth. A chill swept down her spine as water lapped at her skin. The two sensations dizzied her. The cold no longer bothered her as every lap of his roughen tongue and the soft motion of the water destroyed awareness of anything but Caelen’s mouth.
Her eyes drifted shut. Thankfully, he held her tightly; otherwise, she would have sunken to the bottom of the loch. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She moaned.
“I can’t wait.” He gripped her buttocks and slid into her. There was only a moment of release before he slid out and pumped back in, raising the tension. Around them, the water stirred up, causing a swirl of waves about their wet, naked bodies. The night air did nothing to cool her. Her moans grew and echoed over the loch. His grunts barely passed his lips.
Every part of her coiled and as her legs began to shake, she knew what came next. Everything darkened and it was as if her very soul soared. From her fingertips and toes, she returned to her body.
When she could speak, she said, “I believe swimming in the loch is good for my health.”
“Cold is good for the skin,” he said.
She treaded water. “I had forgotten it was cold.”
“Let’s return to our chamber and I’ll warm you again.”
Side by side, they swam to the castle. The beacon guided them in the right direction. Caelen lifted her to the walkway and then he followed.
The moon shined over his naked form. She couldn’t stop herself and ran her hands over his chest. The hairs dried under her touch. She ran her fingers along the cuts of his muscles, feeling the hardness of him. This man was hers for a lifetime.
“I love your body. It’s strong. I just love the feel of you. I know why you are feared. I feel safe with you. But you are gentle too. You hold me tight enough and everything is well when I’m in your arms. I’m drawn to you.” She ran her hands along his sides.
He twisted away from her hands and giggled. “You are ticklish.” She tickled him again. He stayed her hands. “I will cease.”
“You will cease touching me as well or I will take you on these stones.”
“Promise?”
He gave her a tender tap on her buttocks. “Tomorrow.”
She
She kicked off her shoes and began to undress. It took longer for her to slip off her garments than Caelen. She lifted her airisaidh over her head. She stretched out her arm and let the garment fall at his feet.
His gaze roved over her from her pert breasts along her stomach and to the curls guarding her womanhood. She felt every move of his eyes as if he had caressed her with his hands. Her breast grew heavy. Her breath hitched. He met her eyes. They were open wide as if he couldn’t miss one glimpsed of her. He drifted to her as if drawn toward her. He leaned down and caught her lip between his teeth. He nipped on her bottom lip. He slipped the tip of his tongue in her mouth as if he planned to sample her bit by bit. A frisson of feathery tremors danced down her spine and weakened her legs. She leaned against his strong body.
He pulled away, and then planted a quick peck on her lips. With one arm, he lifted her up and climbed into the loch. She gasped as the water lapped at her breast. She stiffened and dug her fingers deeper into his skin.
“You feel nothing?” she asked.
“Aye, I felt something.” He waggled his brows. On another man, she would sneer but on Caelen, she melted. These were the moments she loved when he was playful with her. He revealed more of himself to Brenna than anyone ever saw. They saw the Viking Highlander, a dangerous man who inspired fear in brave men. For her, he was tender, caring, and lured her in, making her believe that nothing mattered but his love.
“I feel something, too. Do you think it’s an eel? Or a fish swimming back and forth against my thigh.”
“Most likely a caber.”
“That large. I should stay away from it.” She leaned back in his arms.
He lowered his head and snagged her hard nipple in his hot mouth. A chill swept down her spine as water lapped at her skin. The two sensations dizzied her. The cold no longer bothered her as every lap of his roughen tongue and the soft motion of the water destroyed awareness of anything but Caelen’s mouth.
Her eyes drifted shut. Thankfully, he held her tightly; otherwise, she would have sunken to the bottom of the loch. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She moaned.
“I can’t wait.” He gripped her buttocks and slid into her. There was only a moment of release before he slid out and pumped back in, raising the tension. Around them, the water stirred up, causing a swirl of waves about their wet, naked bodies. The night air did nothing to cool her. Her moans grew and echoed over the loch. His grunts barely passed his lips.
Every part of her coiled and as her legs began to shake, she knew what came next. Everything darkened and it was as if her very soul soared. From her fingertips and toes, she returned to her body.
When she could speak, she said, “I believe swimming in the loch is good for my health.”
“Cold is good for the skin,” he said.
She treaded water. “I had forgotten it was cold.”
“Let’s return to our chamber and I’ll warm you again.”
Side by side, they swam to the castle. The beacon guided them in the right direction. Caelen lifted her to the walkway and then he followed.
The moon shined over his naked form. She couldn’t stop herself and ran her hands over his chest. The hairs dried under her touch. She ran her fingers along the cuts of his muscles, feeling the hardness of him. This man was hers for a lifetime.
“I love your body. It’s strong. I just love the feel of you. I know why you are feared. I feel safe with you. But you are gentle too. You hold me tight enough and everything is well when I’m in your arms. I’m drawn to you.” She ran her hands along his sides.
He twisted away from her hands and giggled. “You are ticklish.” She tickled him again. He stayed her hands. “I will cease.”
“You will cease touching me as well or I will take you on these stones.”
“Promise?”
He gave her a tender tap on her buttocks. “Tomorrow.”
She
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