“Did you like it?” Adair asked softly.
“Aye,” he drawled.
“I want to do it again,” she told him. “But first I will bathe you.” Reaching out, she picked up the cloth on the lip of the tub and, dipping it into her jar of liquid soap, she began to wash him thoroughly.
“You are gentler than the first time you did this,” he said low, kissing the top of her head. “Then you practically took the skin off of my hide.”
“I had two years of dirt to get off of you then,” she reminded him. “Now I just have a few days’.”
He stood quietly under her ministrations as she bathed him, and then washed his black hair. He did not complain that he smelled like a flower. He actually enjoyed the pungent fragrance of the lavender. Finally, on her instruction, he climbed carefully from the big tub and began to towel himself dry. She followed, taking the second drying cloth for herself. Unpinning her hair, she handed him the hairbrush he had purchased for her almost a year ago at the midsummer fair, seating herself on the edge of their bed.
He could scarcely take his eyes from her naked body as he ran the brush down her long tresses. Was he imagining it, or was that body lusher than it had been a year ago? The laird forced himself to concentrate upon the task at hand. Even her long sable hair seemed more lux-uriant than it had been.
“Ummm, that feels good,” she murmured. “I’m glad you like to brush my hair.”
“You’re attempting to seduce me again, madam, and I am onto your game now,” he told her, laughing.
She turned her head to meet his glance. “You said you liked it when I seduced you, my lord. I will stop if you have had a change of heart,” Adair said.
“If you cease, my honey love, I shall be forced to beat you,” he replied. “The priest who made the prince your guardian before we wed suggested I beat you frequently, so you would always remember who was the master of the keep.”
“The priest was a fool then,” Adair said. “You don’t really want to beat me. You want to put me on my back again,” she told him with a small smile.
“And do you want me to put you on your back?” he asked, entering into the spirit of their game. He laid the brush aside and wrapped the silken length of her hair about his hand. “Tell me you want to be fucked, Adair,”
he said against her mouth.“Tell me!”
She replied by standing, pushing his legs apart, and then kneeling before him to entertain his burgeoning manhood in her mouth. She suckled upon its length. She licked around the folded skin at its tip. Finally she stood and climbed into his lap to swallow that manhoodwithin her hot, wet sheath. And when he was fully caged by her burning flesh, Adair looked directly into his gray eyes.
“Does that answer your question,husband?” she purred at him as she began to ride him. Then, closing her eyes, she allowed the sensations of coupling with him to sweep over her. Soon she was soaring to the heights that being one with him created. Leaning back, she felt his big hands on her breasts. His mouth suckled upon her nipples, and then he blew upon them, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. His teeth nipped sharply at that same flesh, at her neck and her shoulder.
She whimpered her acknowledgment of his actions. Her crisis came, and she cried out as it swept over her, falling forward into his enveloping embrace.
But Conal Bruce had not had enough at that point.
He held her tightly, allowing her to recover just enough.
Then he stood, cradling her in his arms, and, turning, laid her back upon the bed, his manhood still buried within her. He began to pump her, thinking briefly of his little brother, who was probably now fucking Agnes Carr, and would do so for some time. While Conal Bruce did not believe he could keep up such a pace, he did know that when he had finished both he and Adair would be well pleasured.
“Jesu!”she moaned in his ear. “You are making it happen again! Oh, God, do not stop, I beg you, Conal!”
“I won’t,” he promised her, and continued to piston her until they were both practically unconscious with the delight the joining of their bodies was bringing them. And suddenly in a single moment they both touched that blissful oblivion that lovers find. He flew, and he knew she flew by his side as wave after wave of joy pulsed over them.
Afterward they lay together in their bed, fingers entwined in fingers, toes playing with toes, sated and content. For a long while neither of them spoke, and then Conal Bruce said, “You know that I love you, Adair.”
“Aye, I know,” she replied as incredible happiness overwhelmed her heart.
“Good,” he responded. “Then it need not be said again.”
“Only if you want to say it,” she answered.
“You do believe me, don’t you?” He soundedworried.
“I believe you,” Adair told him. “I love you too.” If he indeed never said it again she would be content, because he had said it. But something told her he would say those three little words again in spite of himself. “Go to sleep now, my lord,” she advised him. “I am through seducing you for this night.” And, cuddling into his arms, her head upon his shoulder, Adair soon fell asleep.
He lay awake for a little while longer. He had told her that he loved her, and it was the truth. She had admitted her love for him, and this time it was not in anger or sorrow. He wondered now why he had been so reticent to say those three small words. It didn’t matter any longer.
The matter was settled between them, and healthy children were bound to come of their love for each other.
