He grinned. “Then I am pleased.”
His hands had not been idle as they spoke. He touched her breasts and her torso, spanning her waist with his two hands and using his thumbs to press in the crease between hip and thigh. The pressure felt good there. Hot and tingly. She wanted to feel him grip her there. She wanted…she wasn’t sure what.
“I can take you back to our room. Your first time shouldn’t be—”
“Here,” she interrupted. “Outside with the moon and the water.”
He nodded then shrugged out of his jacket. “As you wish.”
He lay his jacket down to use as a bed, but she shook her head. Kicking off her shoes, she walked naked to the stream. The water wasn’t deep, but it was swift enough to cool her heated feet and to add to her heightened sensations. Though he stood on the bank in shadow, her body still felt his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her nipples, and his thumbs edging toward the juncture of her thighs. He had imprinted himself there, and she needed a moment to remember these feelings he engendered.
Then she turned back to him. “Will you join me in the water?” she asked.
“I’ll join you anywhere you want,” he returned as he shrugged out of his shirt. Then he quirked an eyebrow at her. “I’m going to Scotland, aren’t I?”
She nodded, lightheaded with the joy of the moment. She watched in delight as he stripped out of his clothing. Soon he was as bare as her, but it wasn’t until he stepped out of the shadows that she saw his true beauty.
Moonlight limned his body in silver, showing her the hard cut to his muscles. There was little fat on him, and so she marked the strength in his sinews as they bunched and released with his movements. She saw, too, the crisscross of old scars, some reflective in the light. She would ask about every one, but not at this moment.
Not when his cock stood up proudly between his corded thighs. When it looked too large to fit and yet so tempting to touch. She looked at it bob before him as he strode forward. And when he stepped into the brook to face her, she reached out her hand.
“May I?” she asked.
“Milady, I am yours to command.”
He sounded so serious when he spoke, but when she looked into his eyes, she saw the merriment that danced there. His lips were curved as he smiled at her. And then he spread his arms wide.
“It has always been my dream to be worshiped by a queen,” he said.
“You are teasing me,” she said as she touched him. “But I don’t care.”
He was hot and hard. Flesh stretched taut enough that she could stroke it with her fingers, hold it in her fist, and even squeeze tight enough to make him groan.
And while she played, he cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to his. His eyes were hooded, and his head was tilted back as he breathed deeply. But when he spoke, she understood every word.
“You amaze me, Iseabail. You surprise me at every turn, and that is something very hard to do.” He stroked his thumb over her bottom lip, tugging until he could slip inside. She teased his callouses with her tongue. “Never has a woman enthralled me so.” He brought his lips to hers but didn’t quite connect. “I begin to believe witchcraft is real.”
She gasped and pulled back. “Never say such a thing!”
His eyes widened at her reaction and then he nodded, his gaze canted down. “I did not mean it the way—”
“I know,” she said. “I know.” She brought her hands to his face, cradling his jaw as she kissed him. She pressed her tongue to his lips, then widened as he swept inside.
And when he was done, he trailed kisses across her cheek until he could whisper into her ear. “I am a lummox with words. Let me show you what I mean.”
“Yes. Please.”
And so he did. He lay her down at the edge of the brook on soft grasses still bathed in moonlight. He teased her nipples until her back arched and her hand clutched at him. With steady hands, he slipped between her knees, gently lifting one leg until she lay open to him. He set his knees between hers, spreading her further open as his hands teased through her curls.
She had never been in such a position with anyone looking downward at her, and yet he gave her no time to think how she must appear to him. His fingers did such things to her. He stroked between her folds; he thumbed the point that she had heard about but never experienced. And when she dug her heels into the soft dirt, lifting herself up to him, he set his mouth to kiss her in ways she had never imagined.
The stroke of his tongue made her cry out. Then he pushed his fingers inside. First one, then more. In and out, she barely understood what he did, except that she would not stop it. She wanted more. She wanted him. She wanted—
Her body tensed. Her breath caught.
And then he abruptly pulled back.
“No!” she gasped.Don’t stop!
