Chapter Six
Charlotte drew Ewan into her chamber and smiled. There in the corner was a big brass tub, filled high with steaming water and even a few flower petals. Perfect, because of course Ewan had designed it to be perfect.
As always.
She faced him as he shut the door behind them and smiled. “We’ve rushed before,” she whispered. “I would very much like to take my time with you this afternoon.”
He nodded slowly, and she watched as his gaze flowed over her like a waterfall. Even with her soaked to the bone, covered in sand and dirt, with her hair wild from the wind and rain, he looked at her like she was a goddess. He made her feel that way.
And he was her match and her mate, even if he didn’t believe that. Yet.
She moved forward and touched the wet front of his shirt. It was half-plastered to his broad chest, and she glanced up at him in approval as she unfastened each button slowly. He slipped the shirt away and stood in just his trousers. She licked her lips. Damn, but he was muscular. Cut as if he were made of granite. She touched him and she could believe it was stone beneath his flesh, he was so hard and so perfectly formed.
He was still as her fingers trailed down his chest and found the flap on his trousers. She loosened it without breaking eye contact and let it fall forward. He was hard already, his cock curling toward his stomach in a proud display of the desire he’d fought for so long.
She caught him in one hand and stroked him from base to head, eliciting a deep sound from his chest and a sharp exhalation of air. He dipped his head back and she studied him in fascination as pleasure softened his expression, stole some of his control.
She wanted all of it.
But he seemed to have different ideas. Without warning, he straightened, grabbed her shoulders and turned her, pressing a hand into her back to bend her slightly as he tugged at her dress, popping buttons loose with a flick of his fingers. The warm air of the chamber hit her chilled skin and she let out a sigh of pleasure. One that doubled as he shoved the contraption down, peeling it off her arms and tugging it off her hips so it pooled in a damp pile around her feet. She toed off her boots and rolled her stockings away, then turned to face him and found that he, too, had removed the rest of his clothes.
He was staring, just staring at her, and she blushed even as she arched her back slightly, trying to give him the best angle on her body. The way he swallowed hard, the way his pupils dilated, she knew he liked what he saw.
So did she. His broad shoulders, his carved chest and stomach, his trim hips, his thick thighs, his heavy cock, all of them could have been designed out of a book of her fantasies. Or perhaps that book had long ago been written with him as the muse.
Right now it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she wanted him. And while he would still allow that he wanted her, she was going to take advantage of every single moment they shared.
She shimmied forward and stopped just in front of him. “And now what?” she whispered. “What do you want, Ewan?” He pointed to the tub, and she laughed. “By myself?”
He shook his head slowly, then guided her to the tub. He took her hand and balanced her as she stepped into the water. She hissed out a sound of pleasure as the steamy water hit her cool flesh. When she had situated herself, he knelt beside the tub, watching her through the clear waves. She tilted her head, examining his face as he reached into the water to smooth his fingers along her bare thigh, her hip.
It was hard to remember that just yesterday he’d told her he was a virgin. Making love to him had been immensely powerful, but she had to recall that he was still learning her body and her likes, as well as discovering his own.
She parted her legs slowly, draping one leg out of the tub to open her sex as she settled back. Her breasts were only barely covered by the water. He jerked his face toward hers, a question.
“I assume you want to see,” she said, maintaining a lilt of innocence to her tone. “To touch.”
He didn’t answer her by signing, but by returning his attention to the assets she had just laid out before him. He stroked one breast gently, rubbing his thumb over her nipple as she gasped in pleasure.
“I like that,” she whispered, barely able to form words. “Just a bit harder, though?”
He obliged, firming his thumb around the hard nub until she gripped at the edge of the tub with a soft cry she couldn’t hold back. He smiled at the sound and moved to the opposite breast, swirling and pinching the same way. Already she could feel the slick readiness of her sex. The tingling anticipation of his body fitted into hers.
But he wasn’t finished with his exploration. He dragged the back of his hand down the front of her body, stoking her stomach, her hip, and then her open sex.
He slid a hand behind her and lifted her slightly, pulling her lower body to the top of the water. She understood then what he wanted. To see her. So she lifted higher and gave him what he desired.
He stared, his hands shaking, and then he cupped his palm against her sex. She jolted against him, turning her head as pleasure mobbed her. It was amazing how just a tiny touch from him could make her alive with electric desire. Her husband had never done that. It had taken work to come. With Ewan, it seemed she might do it from just the barest touch.
But he wasn’t satisfied with that bare touch. Gently, he parted the folds of her sex, opening her and revealing the wet slit of her opening and the glistening pearl of her clitoris. His sharp intake of breath made her tingle as much as his touch, and she closed her eyes to focus as his finger traced her entrance.
She reached down and covered his hand with hers, their fingers tangling against her slick sex as she maneuvered him into position. She pressed his thumb to her clitoris and slowly they circled it together. When she opened her eyes, he was staring at her face, and she smiled.
“Just like that,” she gasped, releasing his hand so he could guide this pleasure on his own. And he did, so perfectly. He used the same amount of pressure she had asked for against her nipple, and it didn’t take long for her to jolt in electric desire and lift her hips toward him in a seeking rhythm.
“This is where you find your pleasure,” he signed with the hand that wasn’t busy.
She was having a hard time finding breath, let alone words as he circled and circled and circled in maddening consistency that had her just at the edge, but not quite over it.
