She raised a brow. “Can you not control that, my lord?”
“I’m naked and I’m with you, so no, I can’t.”
“Peacocks have their tail feathers and you have that. I suppose both are impressive displays of manhood.”
“Suppose?”
“I’ve never seen a naked man aroused, except for you,” she confessed as she crouched and made a series of folds in the center of the fabric.
After she finished, she pushed the center together, so that it was narrower there, and slipped his belt underneath the narrow portion.
“Now, if you’ll just lie down here where the belt is, I’ll wrap the fabric around you,” she ordered, pointing to the center.
He didn’t immediately do as she said. “That floor’s going to be damn cold.” He raised a brow. “Or is this a clever scheme to cool my ardor?”
Considering how long he could love her before he climaxed, she doubted that would happen. “I’m sure that takes more than a cold floor.”
“You may be right,” he said as he lay down on the fabric. When he was flat on his back, she stood at his feet. “If somebody were to come in now, you’d present an interesting spectacle,” she noted.
“Are you going to stand there and make fun of me now that you have me completely at your mercy and looking ridiculous, or are you going to show me how to wear this?”
“Much as I’d love to stand here and admire you all night, I don’t want you to catch a chill. Please raise your arms.”
He did, and she knelt and pulled the right side of the fabric across his torso. She also lightly—and quite deliberately—brushed his penis with the back of her hand as she did.
“Brazen hussy.”
“If your little soldier is going to stand at attention and get in my way, that’s not my fault.”
“Littlesoldier?”
“Big soldier,” she amended as she drew the left side over the right, surreptitiously caressing him again. “Now you may fasten your belt and stand up.”
“Mybigbelt,” he muttered as he obeyed. “On mybigfeet.”
“I don’t think your feet are particularly enormous. As for the other parts of you, I’ll just have to take your word that they’re impressive.”
“In that case, I assure you, my lady, I’mveryimpressive. Bards are going to sing songs about me someday,” he said as he rose.
Thefeileadhlooked like two overlapping skirts, held in place by the belt. He frowned as he looked down. “Are you sure this is right?”
“You have to adjust the part hanging over your belt, that’s all.”
“How do I do that?”
“I’ll show you.” She took hold of one side of the overhanging fabric, and arranged it so that the extra fabric wound from his waist across his back, to drape over his left shoulder. “There.”
She stepped back to admire her handiwork. And him.
He looked even more magnificent and handsome in thefeileadhthan she’d imagined.
“Do I meet with your approval?” he asked as she stood staring at him. “Do I look like a Scot?”
She didn’t answer with words. She launched herself at him and took his mouth with a heated kiss, grinding her hips against him in blatant, brazen invitation.
He instantly responded with equal fervor, clasping her to him.
“I want you to make love with me, Nicholas. Now!” she ordered, panting as if she’d run for miles to be in his arms.
