He shot back up again almost at once and made quick work of scrubbing the ash from his wet hair, his face, his beard.Then he sluiced the water up over his shoulders and chest.
Eve couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.He’d been well named, for he looked as perfect as God’s Adam to her.
Then she remembered she’d held that perfect body against hers.Kissed his delicious mouth.Caressed his supple muscles.
And now he’d vowed to tryst only with her for the rest of his life.
She was the luckiest lass in the world.
The thought of the heaven she’d found in his arms propelled her desire even higher.
Her tongue slipped out to lick her lip in speculation.
She wondered…
She spared a cursory glance around the trees to make sure they were alone.Then, while he rubbed his hands briskly over his ash-coated skin, she quickly removed her coif and veil and slipped out of her habit.
For Sister Eve, it was a brazen thing to do.But for Eve the adventurer, it was just another impulsive undertaking that thrilled her senses and excited her spirit.
She considered joining him in the burn.But she didn’t have his Viking blood.
Instead, she settled herself like a sunning selkie in the middle of the plaid and waited for him to notice.
He emerged, dripping and clean, shaking the water off and slicking back his hair with both hands.Then his gaze lit upon her, and he froze mid-step.
She watched as his chest rose and fell and smoky lust filled his eyes.Never had she felt so exposed and yet so desired.
His eyes grazed her slowly, lingering on each part of her, setting her afire inch by inch.
He approached cautiously, as if he feared he might frighten her off.
When he stepped from the water, she peered up at him with a sultry question.“Are ye hungry?”
One side of his mouth curved up into a devilish smile.“Oh aye, lass.”
He needed no more invitation.Shoving the food aside, he joined her on the plaid.
With an impish grin, he pulled her to him.
She shrieked in protest at his cold, wet skin as he held her close.
“Shh,” he warned.“Someone may hear us.”
“Ye’re wicked,” she whispered with a shiver.
“Ye invited me, selkie.”
“That I did.”
Already she was beginning to warm in his embrace.And when he cradled her chin and kissed her, she forgot about everything but the lovely feast he offered.
“Mmm,” he murmured against her mouth, “this is delicious fare.”He nibbled at her lips, pretending to taste her.“Cherries.”He sampled the top of her cheek.“Peaches.”He moved his hand down the side of her neck, rounded her shoulder, and lowered his palm to capture her breast.“Mmm, manchet.”He bent down to nip gently at her flesh, as if taking a bite of bread.
Her head was spinning.But her appetite was whetted.And she wanted to take him on this sensual journey as well.
She eased her hand down his backside and clasped his firm buttock.“I see ye’ve brought bacon.”
He chuckled low against her ear.“I’ve a sausage as well.”
