Page 67 of The Last Kelpie

“What?”

“Keep him away from the water.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

I tossed the phone away and opened the blankets. “Áedán? Áedán, are you hurt? Let me see.” I pushed back his hair and checked his neck, then unbuttoned his shirt. After inspecting his chest, I stood up and pulled on his hands until he stood up as well. “Come on, baby.”

I took him into the bedroom and undressed him, checking for injuries as I went. Then I dried him off. He was so dazed that he hadn't thought to use his magic to dry us, and I wasn't about to remind him. He needed his energy.

Áedán stood there, silently watching me through it all, helping when needed. I drew him to the bed and tucked him in. Only then did I remove my own wet clothes and dry off. I hung our clothes in the bathroom and crawled into bed with Áedán.

“Ethan.” He drew me to him under the covers. “Why did you do that? I told you to stay back.”

“You know why.” I angled my head up to kiss him.

With the touch of my lips, he shed his shock and came alive. I was on my back, with him slipping between my legs in a moment. I thought he might need a passionate release, but he touched me tenderly. His kiss was full of need but also relief. I understood then. This wasn't about a wild orgasm. This was an affirmation of life, a celebration of survival.

His next words confirmed it. “It could have hurt you.”

“Me? You were the one who tackled it like an American quarterback.” I pushed on his chest until he rolled onto his back and then straddled him. “I thought it was going to kill you.”

“I didn't care.” His hand cupped my face. “As long as you were safe.” Then he scowled. “I told you it was dangerous for you to stay here.”

“And I told you that I didn't care.” I played with his nipples. “We're going back to the Velasca Estate tomorrow. Both of us.”

He scowled deeper.

“You're coming with me, Áedán, and that's final. Julian told me to keep you out of the water.”

His scowl turned into a smirk. “And you think you can keep a kelpie from his loch?”

I leaned over and grabbed the tube of lube from the bedside table. Áedán watched me as I squeezed some onto my finger, then groaned when I stroked it over him, one thin line at a time. When I had him coated, I tossed the tube away and rose onto my knees. He swallowed roughly, his gaze focused beneath me, watching his cock slip into my body.

Moving up and down, I took him deeper and deeper slowly until I could sit on him. We both sighed, and his hands went to my hips. I wriggled within his grasp, churning him inside me as I set my hands on his chest. Stretching out my index finger, I swirled the tip around his nipple.

Áedán grinned. “Ethan, you are very sexy, but you can't sway me with your body.”

“I can't? Oh, darn.” I pouted as I lifted off him. “I guess I'll stop trying then.”

“Ethan!” He tried to pull me back down.

I braced myself above him. “If I can't get you to come with me, then I might as well go, right? Isn't that what you wanted? Me to leave?”

Áedán closed his eyes and shuddered. I grinned, knowing I'd won. When he opened his eyes, I quickly hid my smile under a pout.

“You are a vicious creature sent to torment me.” He pulled me down.

This time I let him bring me down. Shimmying onto his cock, I made a happy sound. When it popped past my outer ring and filled me up, that sound turned into a groan. “You can stop the torment at any time.” I rose and dropped down.

“Pure evil.” He grabbed my cock and squeezed it. “But I can be just as wicked.”

“First, say you're coming back to the estate with me.” I went still.

Áedán's expression softened as his free hand slid up my chest. I bent forward, and his hand went to the back of my neck. He pulled until I brought my mouth to his, then kissed me as if I might break.

I eased back, but he wouldn't let me get far. Áedán wrapped his arms around me and eased me down onto his chest. I straightened my legs and slid them down along his so I could lie flat against him. We remained joined below, his length pulsing inside me, but the embrace remained tender. Áedán tucked his head over mine and just held me.

But we couldn't stay like that for long; our bodies wouldn't allow it. His hands wandered down over my ass, massaged it, and then gripped tightly. Holding me still, he pumped into me. But that wasn't what I wanted.