“Och, me God, Ewan, ye’re… gorgeous,” she whispered, her nipples hardening into stiff points at the sight of his huge, muscle-packed body in front of her, a mere hairsbreadth away. She licked her lips as her eyes ran over him, her gaze devouring him.
Then, his eyes hot upon hers, he gripped the hem of her shift, and she raised her arms for him to rip it from her body and toss it aside. Pleasure shot through her to hear his gasp of delight and see the greedy way he grinned at her naked breasts as they swung free. They paused as though to savor the moment, staring at each other with expressions of wonder, smiling intently into each other’s eyes.
His eyes never leaving hers, snatching kisses all the while, he deftly unfastened his trews and pushed them down over his hips. Excited beyond reason, Isla helped to slide them down over his thick, powerful thighs and down his legs until he kicked them off and to the floor. Now, both completely naked, they knelt upon the bed, face to face, each in thrall to the other.
Ewan spread her long tresses out over her shoulders, running his fingers through the golden lengths with a look of awe, while Isla’s belly tightened with excitement as she stared in curious amazement at his erect manhood. “Ye’re so big, I… I never imagined anything like it.”
Ewan chuckled and wiggled his hips playfully, making her laugh delightedly. “Och, he’s mighty glad tae see ye. Ye have nae idea how much he’s been dreamin’ of this.” He lowered his voice andadded thickly, “This is what ye dae tae me, Annie. Ye’ve got me wantin’ ye so bad.”
“Me? I did that?” She was filled with happy wonder at the thought of having such power.
“Och, aye, did ye nae ken that?”
“How would I? I’m still a maid. I’ve never seen a man without his clothes afore ye. Ye must think me very ignorant.” She felt suddenly shy at her inexperience.
He shook his head and smiled into her eyes. “Nay, nay, ye have it all wrong, ’Tis the other way around. ’Tis better this way, fer I can teach ye everythin’ I ken about givin’ each other pleasure. And I have an awful lot tae teach ye.” He grinned at her wickedly, wiggling his eyebrows.
She giggled, coming out of her attack of bashfulness, grateful for him trying to put her at her ease. “Is that so? Well, I’m lookin’ forward tae me lessons then,” she replied, thrusting her breasts at him wantonly.
“Why waste any more time?” he asked, giving her a smile that twisted her insides and sent a wave of heat washing over her skin. He sighed and gazed at her, his eyes traveling slowly across her body. “D’ye have any idea how beautiful ye are?” he whispered, gazing at her with awe.
“Nay, I’ve never thought about it until I met ye, Ewan. Nay one’s ever told me that before, except ye when ye were drunk that time. D’ye remember?” She did not expect he would. But, as he had a habit of doing, he surprised her.
He reached over and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, sending thrills racing through her. She pressed her cheek into his hand, nuzzling it. “Of course, I remember. Maybe I wasnae as drunk as I seemed, eh?” he replied, his tone teasing. “And every word I said then, I meant.”
“Did ye? What did ye say then?” she asked, touched by his admission but feeling the urge to tease him back and prolong the delicious moment.
“Well, let me see.” His fingers travelled down her cheek, to her ears, her neck, her throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “I believe I said I wanted tae kiss ye, but ye refused me. I was very hurt.” He stuck out his bottom lip, pretending to look wounded.
Enjoying the game, Isla said, “Wheesht! That was just the whisky talkin’.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Was it? How can ye be so sure?”
She had no answer, so she asked, “And what else did ye say tae me that night, if ye claim tae remember so much?”
“I said ‘Annie, ye’re so beautiful, ye smell beautiful, and ye taste exquisite’…” His fingertips traced her skin, until she closed her eyes and sighed, caught in a pleasurable trance.
“And?” she breathed.
“I said ye have the most beautiful hair I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He stroked it admiringly to emphasize his point.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him, delighted. “Ye dae remember.”
“Aye, and then I asked ye if ye ever thought about what happened at the pond. D’ye remember that?”
“Aye.” She smiled, her bashfulness returning a little.
“I told ye I thought about it often, but ye didnae answer me. Will ye answer me now?” His voice was deep and low, beguiling.
Her heart overflowing with emotion, she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. “Aye, I will. I thought about it all the time, every day, but mostly at night, when I was pressed up so close tae ye in that wee cot,” she confessed in a whisper.
He chuckled. “That’s what I hoped ye’d say.”
Slowly, he leaned back a little way and reached out for her. With an expression of deep concentration on his handsome face,he ran both hands over her belly, the indent of her waist, the rounded curves of her hips, then cupped her behind, squeezing her buttocks.
“Beautiful, just beautiful,” he exclaimed softly.
“Och, dear Lord!” Isla breathed, swaying slightly as pleasure rippled through her from head to toe at his lustful explorations. She shivered in anticipation as his hands moved upwards, his fingertips tracing a path to her breasts. The hunger in his gaze as he cupped them fanned the flames of her desire even higher.
