He knelt and gently pulled off each of my boots, raking off my stockings with them.
“You did this for me once before,” I whispered, untying my cloak and tossing it aside.
I could hear the smile in his voice. “I remember. So beautiful, I thought. So proud. So dangerous.”
Heat fluttered in my belly.
Two thumps told me he’d cast aside his boots as well. “It’s your turn,” he said.
My mind blanked as he drew us into a kneeling position in front of each other. “Wh-what?”
His breath warm on my face, he slowly unbuckled my knife brace and slipped it off. He took it and his knives and dumped them in a corner. “Tell me what you were thinking in the bathhouse. When I undressed and sat down behind you.”
Every inch of my skin burned, banishing the cold.
I bit my lip and caught the hem of his thin shirt, peeling it over his head. “I thought about how god-like you looked. How much I wanted to touch you. How easy it would be to lift myself up to you with my hands on your thighs.”
I pressed my hands into his taut stomach, then trailed them over his rain-slicked chest.
He groaned, his body shuddering. “I could see it in your eyes. The desire. You have no idea how tempted I was to give in.”
“Show me,” I whispered.
His warm, rough hands slipped under my shirt and started to lift it. When he hesitated, I raised my arms above my head. He tented the wet material on his fingers, dragging his hands along every inch of my skin on his way up.
His hands cupped my breasts, caressing my hardened nipples through the cloth that bound them. I gasped, my head falling back.
Aiden swore and ripped the shirt from me. “I wanted to wrap your naked body around mine.” He flicked the hook on my breast band and tore the cloth away. My hands quickly covered my breasts. “I wanted to lick the water from your skin and fill my mouth with your taste.”
He kissed my lips hard and fast, bending me backward over the muscled arm he braced against my lower back. His hand fisted in my braid again—something he seemed to like—and tugged on it as he drew his mouth down my jaw, throat, and chest. Sometimes, it was a soft kiss. Others, he slid his tongue along my damp skin. When he reached my breasts, he nudged my hands with his nose, kissing my fingertips as they fell away.
Then he sucked my nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it.
Lightning flashed over the tent and behind my eyes as I arched back with a strangled whimper.
His deep growl of satisfaction echoed in my very blood.
Fucking Four,thiswas what he’d wanted to do weeks ago? Had I known, I might’ve flung myself out of that water and climbed onto his lap, bathhouse rules be damned.
He held me upright as he kissed one breast, then the other. Heat pulsed from his ravenous mouth to a blazing orb betweenmy legs. I whimpered again when he pressed his hard, thick length to that exact spot.
He pulled away, drawing me upright. Even in the flickering darkness, I could see the raging desire in his eyes.
My aching breasts heaved against his bare chest with every breath. “Why did you stop?”
“I need to tasteallof you, Kiera.” His lips stole a kiss from mine. “If you’ll let me.”
My heart thundered louder than the storm. “Yes. Please.”
He smiled against my mouth. “Gods damn it, those are beautiful words coming from you.”
I growled and crushed my lips against his, slipping my tongue between his teeth, showing him I could take what I wanted too.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he kissed me back just as savagely, laying me down on the bedroll. I nipped his lower lip, andthatcut his laughter short. Groaning, he devoured my mouth like a starving man.
All the while, his hands stripped me of my pants and undershorts until I was completely naked beneath him.
He tore himself away from me, kneeling between my legs as his gaze dragged over my body.
