Page 64 of Seduction in a Kilt

Her belly was level with his eyes, her breasts inches from his face. His member sprang to attention inside his trews. Their eyes met. “Are ye sure, Ivy?” he asked simultaneously excited and doubtful at her command.

“Certain sure,” she replied, her eyes dark and smoky. “I want ye tae wash me all over, Liam. Every bit.”

The tension in the room rocketed. His groin was throbbing uncomfortably. “But Ivy⁠—”

“Unless ye dinnae wantae, that is.”

“Och, Jaysus, Ivy. I wantae all right. But is it right? Ye ken what that could lead tae. Would I nae be takin’ advantage of ye?”

“Aye.” She smiled and nodded. “That’s what I want. I want ye tae take advantage of me.”

“Are ye absolutely sure? Ye’re still a maid…”

“That’s right, Liam, I’m still a maid. But what is the point of it? What am I supposed tae be savin’ mesel’ fer? Earlier tonight, I was almost caught and on me way tae bein’ dragged back tae marry Gael. Why should I save mesel’ fer that?”

She reached out and touched his cheek softly. “Ye’re the only man who’s ever touched me. Ye showed me how a man can make a woman feel true pleasure. Well, I’m never gonnae have that with Gael. If I’m forced tae wed him, I’ll never feel that again fer the rest of me life. I dinnae wantae die without feelin’ that again. Even if ’tis only once it’ll be enough. I want tae lie with ye. I want ye tae be the one tae make me a woman.”

He licked his lips a little nervously. “I see yer point, I suppose, and I’m very flattered ye should chose me,” he murmured, his eyes locked with hers. Of course, such a blatant compliment had his masculine pride swelling as much as his manhood. To be invited to be her first was more than simply flattering, it showed how much she trusted him. That made him feel even better.

Yet, still, he hesitated. Instinctively, he knew that if he did as she requested, which was what he was already burning to do, with the way he was already fighting back his feelings for her, things would get even more complicated. Caught between desire and doubt, he scrutinized her face and saw she was perfectly serious. “But, Ivy, in the circumstances, maybe ’tis nae such a⁠—”

She cut him off by leaning over and pressing her lips softly against his. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to her, welcoming her small, hot, flickering tongue as it slid between his lips and explored his mouth in a leisurely fashion. He met it with his own, lazily tasting her mouth, letting himself revel in languorous, unhurried warmth of the kiss.

It was unlike any kiss he had ever shared with a woman, even unlike the first kiss they had shared in the garden on the night of the cèilidh. He recalled it as being passionate, fiery, lustful on his part, but this was different. It was no less arousing, but it was deeper, more intense. It stirred his senses but also reached into his soul. It was slow burning and filled with want, but also with trust.

By the time their lips parted, he had decided. He cleared his throat, grinned at her, and said, “Well, since ye’re so insistent I finish the job, I’d best get on with it.” In truth, he was more excited than he had ever been in his life.

“Good,” she murmured. He lathered the cloth and began washing her breasts. She sighed and closed her eyes as he moved the cloth in slow circles over them, cupping the soft weight in one hand while he ran the soapy cloth over her nipples, taking immense pleasure in feeling them stiffen beneath his fingers.

“Och, that’s lovely, Liam,” she whispered. “Somethin’ in yer touch makes me tingle all over and makes me hot down here.” Her hand wandered down to her sex. Liam inhaled sharply as she opened her thighs a little and slowly stroked her bud with her fingertips. The act was so intimate, so erotic, a wave of heat crashed over him. His erection was at full mast now, and any sense of restraint left him.

“I love watchin’ ye dae that,” he whispered throatily, not taking his eyes off her moving fingers as he picked up the soap and lathered his hands.

“’Tis what ye make me feel like doin’,” she replied. “And I wantae make ye feel as I dae.”

“Ye have nay idea what I’m feelin’ right now,” he murmured hoarsely. “If ye did, ye’d likely run a mile.”

She laughed softly. “I doubt that.”

He gave a small groan as lust shot through him. “Ivy, let me wash ye there.”

“Aye, I’d like that very much,” she said softly, her nipples inches from his face. He nuzzled them and caught them lightly between his teeth. Ivy gasped and moaned softly. Then, to his delight, she lifted her leg and placed her foot on the side of the tub, still stroking herself. “I liked it so much when ye touched me here. I loved the things ye did tae me with yer tongue and yer mouth. I want more.”

“I’ll give ye more,” he whispered, his desire fully unleashed now. It spurred him on when she gasped aloud and clutched his hair, moaning softly, when he slid his hands between her legs. “Ye like that, d’ye?” he asked, glorying in the softness he found there as he soaped her leisurely, opening her wider, taking his time to relish the feel of her. He ran his hands down the crease of her behind and parted the folds of her sex with his fingertips. He worked up a lather in her nest of fine, dark hair and teased her bud with his thumbs.

“Aye, I love yer hands on me,” she murmured breathily, mewling softly and tightening the hold of her fingers in his hair. “I love the way ye touch me. I never dreamed I could feel like this, like the way ye make me feel. ’Tis a kind of magic.”

Liam could hardly contain his excitement as she pushed herself wantonly against his questing hands. As he scooped up water and washed away the soap, she bent forward and dangled her breasts in his face temptingly.

He took the stiffened nipples into his mouth, sucked on them and nipped them playfully with his teeth, his senses further inflamed by the feel of her skin and her low moans of pleasure.

She moaned even louder when he slid his fingers deep inside her, and she clutched his head, pulling him into her breasts, her body bucking against every thrust. With lusty enthusiasm, he continued to touch and caress her in ways he knew were pleasurable to her and endlessly exciting to him. He deliberately quickened his movements, and it did not take many minutes before she began to tremble and murmur his name over and over, “Liam, och, Liam, please, Liam, aye!” before she peaked and fell against him, panting.