Before she could lose her nerve, Hannah tugged at her shift, pulling it ungracefully over her head. Inch by inch, her body was bared, as naked as if she were about to bathe or swim in the loch.
Tossing the shift aside, she stood as straight as she could and watched Aiden watching her.
His gaze slid over her body, jaw loosening just a little. Hunger flared in his eyes. Hannah pressed her thighs together, conscious of an aching slickness there.
“Go to bed,” he ordered thickly.
She obeyed wordlessly, resisting the urge to roll herself up in a blanket once she got there. The bed, fortunately, was made, and so she stretched out on the quilt.
Aiden approached slowly, gaze raking up and down her body. Kneeling on the bed, he bent over her, fingertips skimming her cheek. He kissed her gently, quickly, then turned his head to press his lips against her throat. A soft press against her shoulder made her lie back, closing her eyes.
His lips trailed down her body, peppering kisses down her throat and across her collarbone. Warm hands skimmed over her breasts. When he closed his lips around one nipple, Hannah gave a surprised gasp, eyes flying open. She glanced down at him, just as he glanced up, mischief dancing in his eyes.
Carefully, he laved the flat of his tongue over the bud, rolling it. Then he moved down further, to her disappointment. He kissed down the softness of her belly and paused to press his teeth against her hipbone. Not enough to hurt, just enough to leave the tiniest pink mark.
Enough to remember him by.
He skimmed a hand down the outside of her thigh, curling it around her knee. Just like before, he pulled her legs apart, and her heart skipped a beat.
He still had his kilt on, which annoyed her just a little. Propping herself up on her elbows, Hannah reached for his waistband.
“Oy, lassie,” he chided, slapping her hands away.
Curling his fingers around her wrists, he pushed her back until she lay on the quilt once more, arms up around her head. When she relaxed, he let go and moved back.
There was a kind of urgency in his movements now.
After pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against her core, just like before. His fingers slid against her and inside her, and she closed her eyes, giving in to the sensation.
He seemed to be hurrying, and her peak approached quickly. It was almost there, soclose, and she was already bracing for the waves of pleasure, when abruptly his movements ceased. He removed his lips and his fingers, sitting back on his heels.
Hannah opened her eyes with a dismayed whine, lifting her head.
“Why did ye stop?” she mumbled.
Aiden watched her closely, eyes dark with hunger. He dropped his hands to his waistband once more and briskly untied it. With quick, efficient movements—no showmanship here—he tugged off his kilt and tossed it away.
Her eyes dropped to his manhood, hanging free and heavy between his legs. Her eyes widened.
“That looks… big,” she stammered.
He leaned over her and propped himself up on his elbows.
“Ye can stop anytime ye like, lassie,” he purred. “But I reckon ye will like it if ye go on.”
She swallowed hard, heart pounding in her ears. “I want to go on.”
“Are ye sure?”
She risked lifting a hand to cup his cheek. “Never been more sure of anything in me life,” she breathed.
His eyes sparked. Leaning in, he kissed her briefly, then dropped his hand between her legs. Something larger than his fingers pressed against her.
Hannah drew in a deep breath, shivering a little at the strange sensation of being filled so completely. Aiden’s movements were slow and careful, slipping forward inch by inch until he was entirely sheathed inside her. Her heartbeat echoed through her body, and she briefly wondered if he could feel it, too.
Opening her eyes—when had she closed them?—she found him looking down at her, heat and affection flaring in his eyes.
“All right, lass?” he whispered.
