She could feel it.Pulsing.Warming.Hardening against her.
He turned his hand and glided his palm over her belly into her nest of curls.
“But I think this to start,” he murmured, sliding his fingers to separate her wet, womanly folds.
He lowered his head, moving between her thighs to tease her flesh with his tongue.She arched in ecstasy to meet him, reveling in the contrast of cool water and warm sun and the divine sensations he painted upon her.Again and again, he bathed her, until she thought she could bear no more.
Then he withdrew.
For one distressing moment, she thought he was finished with her.But in the next moment, he eased into her with his firm staff, and she moaned as her desperate wish was fulfilled.
With measured grace, he made love to her on the warm woolen plaid under the dappled sunlight while the babbling burn played a peaceful song.
At first they moved in a soothing rhythm.Theirs was a dance of nature and quiet and calm.
But soon their tender striving intensified, growing more and more frenzied.Eve writhed against the heat.Her fingers clawed at the plaid.And Adam’s eager groans drove the music to a faster pace.The forest around them disappeared, and Eve saw only Adam in this beautiful Garden of Eden.
With a sharp cry of discovery, she soared high above the trees.He followed in her wake, and they flew like a pair of swans across the sky.
Then they shuddered down together.But it was a long while, wrapped in each other’s arms, before Eve began to notice again the murmuring burn and the filtered sunlight and the slight scratch of the wool beneath her.
“Strange,” Adam mumbled.“I’m even hungrier than before.”
She grinned.“That’s a pity, because ye may have kicked the butter into the burn.But I’ll see what I can salvage.”
They dressed, and then she rounded up the scattered food.They only lost a few oatcakes to the mud, and she managed to blow off the bit of dirt that stuck to the hard cheese.
But when they packed up to leave, Eve felt refreshed and rejuvenated, renewed and reassured, secure in the knowledge that Adam had their future well in hand.
Adam wanted to kick himself.He never should have swived Eve.
Not the first time.And definitely not now.
The trust in her eyes tormented him.The joy in her face pained his heart.
He’d distracted her enough for the sleight of hand he required.But that distraction had taken on a life of its own.
He’d never dreamed she would want to lie with him.Not here, in the wilds of the woods.Not now, when she was so determined to meet with the king.
He could have,shouldhaverefused her.
Aye, she’d been nigh irresistible, reclining there like an alluring selkie.Her body glowed in the patch of sun.Her dark hair spilled down over her pale shoulders to caress her delicate breasts.Her sultry gaze melted him like butter.
But he had more willpower than that.He was a man of honor.Certainly he could have resisted her.He could have turned and dived back into the burn, letting the cold water shrink away all desire.
Instead, he’d succumbed to temptation, just like Adam in the Bible, accepting the forbidden fruit from Eve.It had been sweet and delicious and satisfying.
But now, having her look up at him with such adoration as they neared the encampment, knowing what he had to do, he felt like the worst traitor since Judas.
“Do ye think we’re close?”he asked.
“Just up ahead,” she told him.“Not far from where we met.”
He let her lead the way, praying for courage.
At sight of the first red-and-gold pavilions, she turned to him with a knowing nod, telling him wordlessly that it was indeed the royal encampment.
They moved through the pavilions, garnering little attention, for they appeared to be harmless clergy.But Adam was still amazed that they’d been here only a few hours ago, and no one seemed to recognize either of them.
