“’Tis true. The springs used to be a hot spring, howe’er o’er the years, they’ve lessened. Now they’re warm, but quite pleasant.”
He waited, letting her decide on what she wanted to do. He wouldforce her into naught, so each move would be her own. Each decision her own. He was giving her the gift of choice. Something no one in her life had given her afore. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t saying a silent prayer that she would agree and soon they would be skin on skin in the warm water.
“Weel, then. I guess we are wasting time, shivering in the cool e’ening air when we could be relaxing in warm waters.”
Rory beamed. He couldn’t help it.
“Let me assist ye so ye dinnae hurt yer ankle any further.”
Alana paused for a moment, and Rory feared that she had changed her mind. But she nodded and lifted her foot, balancing on her good leg, so he could untie her boot. Then she leaned against him so he could do the same for her other leg.
Standing in her bare feet, Rory watched as she slowly untied her belt. Then painfully slowly, she removed her outer garments until she stood in front of him in only her thin shift.
His eyes roamed over her body. He could see the silhouette of her body through the sheer material. It was perfect in every way. From the width of her hips, to the indent of her waist that he could wrap his hands around, to the swell of her breasts.
Perfection.
“Bluebell,” he whispered. “Ye are beautiful.”
Her cheeks tinged pink, and she caught her lip betwixt her teeth, as she looked at him shyly.
“Yer turn,” she said softly.
“With pleasure.” He didn’t think he had ever undressed so quickly. He’d already removed his tunic, so it was only a matter of removing his boots and trews. As he pushed his trews, down his hips, his hard cock sprung free, bobbing in the air, and he smiled at how Alana’s eyes widened.
When he stood in front of her, naked as the day he was born, he took pride in the way Alana’s eyes roved over him, pausing on hismanhood.
She grasped the hem of her shift and pulled it over her head, revealing her beauty to him and Rory had to wonder how he had gotten so lucky. Briefly, he reminded himself that she couldn’t be his, but he pushed the thought out of his head before it could take root and fester.
Instead, he bent and scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the water. She tightened her arms around his neck, and he thought it was because she was worried the water was going to be cold, but he wasn’t lying when he told her the water would be warm.
It was and she relaxed in his arms. He let her go, so she could tread water.
“This feels divine, Rory.”
“I told ye,” he said with a smile afore dunking his head under the water, wetting his hair. He rubbed his hands briskly over his head afore resurfacing.
Alana leaned back, letting her hair soak up the water, and sighed as she looked up at the darkening sky. “How did ye find such an amazing place?”
He shrugged, the water running in rivulets over his shoulders. “I hike through these lands often. I happened upon it years ago and like to think of it is as my own private oasis. ’Tis lovely, is it no’?”
“Aye,” she sighed. “I would also keep this to myself. Thank ye for sharing it with me.” She swam close to him as he watched, and to his surprise, she sliced her hands through water and splashed him.
“Och!” He laughed as he wiped the water from his face. “Ye didnae just splash me,” he said sternly, but there was no ire behind his words.
“Och, aye, I did.” And she repeated the motion afore quickly swimming away from him.
If there was one thing Rory enjoyed, it was a chase, and he was more than happy to chase her through the water. She proved to be an adept swimmer, and when he caught her by the waist and spun her around to face him, she squealed afore he silenced her with a deep kiss.She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he groaned as the apex of her thighs rubbed against his hardness.
His tongue explored her mouth, it was his new favorite territory to conquer. Breaking the kiss, he brought his lips to the column of her throat, suckling, nipping, then licking away the sting. He couldn’t get enough of her and when he dropped his mouth to her breasts and sucked a taut nipple into his mouth, they groaned at the same time. Alana’s fingernails dug into his shoulders, and she threw her head back, her eyes closed in pleasure. The movement thrust her breasts up and forward and Rory lapped at them. Starving. He palmed the globes, massaging them, flicking his thumb across her stiff peaks, the movement had her grinding her hips into him.
“Christ, Bluebell. Do ye have any idea what ye do to me?”
He dropped his hands to her hips, then moved them to her bottom, squeezing, as he ground his pelvis against her, loving the friction, but wanting more. Kenning he shouldn’t, but not caring.
Alana was his. Consequences be damned.
Bringing his hand to her front, he found her nestle of curls and the warmth hidden there. He slid a finger through her folds, and sunk in to his knuckle.
