Page 30 of Seduction in a Kilt

“Is that all right?” she asked, starting to move her hands in gentle circular movements around the painful area.

“Aye, that’s grand. Nice and warm.”

“Good. Now, ye just lay there and relax.”

He did, feeling the knots in his muscles beginning to loosen under the heat from her hands combined with the warming effect of the liniment.

“Is that all right? I’m nae hurtin’ ye, am I?” she asked with concern.

“Nay, nae at all,” he mumbled, closing his eyes, reveling in the sensual feel of her hands moving rhythmically over his skin in slow, repetitive circles. Then her hands traveled gradually up his spine, making his skin tingle.

“Och,” he murmured, “’tis wonderful.”

“Grand, considerin’ I’ve never done this before.”

“I’d never have guessed.”

“Are ye bein’ sarcastic?”

“Nae at all. It feels… very soothin’. Dinnae stop.”

“All right.” She sounded pleased. She had reached his shoulders now, moving her hands across them in a slow, regular rhythm, her small fingers seeking out the knots and kneading them away. It was exquisite, and it was the most sensual experience of his life.

“Ye have quite a lot of scars,” she observed, working her way slowly down his back again.”

“Mmm. It comes with the job.”

“What is yer job exactly?”

“I’m the war captain fer Laird Odhrán Lennox.”

“Is that far away?”

“North. A couple of day’s ride.”

“So, why are ye here workin’ fer Laird Stewart?” Her hands were kneading his waist now, gliding easily across the long muscles there, round and round, back and forth, sending him into a sort of trance.

He briefly explained that Odhràn had loaned him to Knox for a while to help train the Stewart army to combat her brother’s threat.

“This laird of yers sounds like a generous man.”

“He is. Apart from Tadgh, he’s me best friend.”

“And are ye and Tadhg close?” She was back at the small of his back now, applying more liniment to her hands and rubbing him soothingly. He felt himself starting to get aroused.

“Mmm, very close. We practically raised ourselves after we lost our parents.”

“Oh, ye lost yer parents too? How did it happen?”

“They were murdered.” The hands stopped suddenly.

“Murdered? Like mine?”

“Aye. Some thieves broke intae the house one night and killed them. Me and Tadhg were hidin’ under the bed. We saw everythin’. Dinnae stop, Ivy.”

“Sorry.” She began again, smoothing his flesh with her hot little hands. “That’s terrible, Liam.”

“Aye. Ye ken yersel’ from what happened with yer own parents, ’tis somethin’ that changes ye forever, and it never leaves ye.”