If she didn’t think she’d look the fool, Brenna would have shrieked with glee at his words. Instead she smiled shylyand attempted to wash his wound. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, but she managed to get all the mud wiped away. She examined the cut and was relieved to find that it was only slightly more than skin deep. It would heal well, but would need to be bandaged for a day or two. She took the water and linens away. “I’ll find something to bandage you with,” she said.
“I’ll be right here,” Zeke teased. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Brenna had the feeling that something was going to happen here today. She had no idea what, but the butterflies in her belly told her it would be a good thing. Returning to the kitchen, Zeke didn’t take his eyes off of her once as she opened a chest by the table, finding exactly what she’d hoped would be there. She ripped the cloth into the size she needed and then knelt at Zeke’s side once more. He hiked the kilt up further and tucked it between his legs, which Brenna was thankful for. She began wrapping the wound and each time her hand grazed his skin, she felt him twitch slightly. She continued on, now purposely touching him with each pass of the bandage. A low growl came from his throat and she glanced up to see an intent look of desire in his eyes. She finished tying off the bandage and stood. He took her hands and drew her in between his legs. Gazing down at him, Brenna could feel herself losing control. She wanted him to kiss her again, but she was impatient. Placing her hands on either side of his face, she brushed her lips gently over his. He responded by placing his hands on her waist and fully exploring her lips, as he had the first time he kissed her. She closed her eyes and let herself go. No longer worrying about her inexperience. Zeke would guide her. She was sure of it.
***
He wanted to be careful with Brenna, knowing she wasn’t experienced with men, but her kisses were oh, so sweet and he’denjoyed the soft touch of her hands as she tended to him. The wound had definitely been worth it.
Zeke pulled her down onto his lap, careful to avoid his injured thigh. He was enjoying the the feel of her in his arms and wanted more. But could he go there? Was it right? In the eyes of everyone here in sixteenth century Scotland they were married. Would it be wrong to share more with her than just these delicious kisses? He’d leave it up to Brenna, but he could tell by the small satisfied sounds of delight coming from her that she just might want exactly what he did. He’d know soon enough.
Chapter 18
He was drawn to her in a way he couldn’t explain. It seemed that his whole life and every relationship he’d ever had was leading him to this moment. Brenna was so beautiful to him. Her innocence intrigued him, but also urged caution. She was eager for more than kisses. She’d made that abundantly clear as she led him to her bed chamber on the second floor.
“Are you sure?” Zeke asked. He was prepared for her to tell him it wasn’t right, that they should wait.
“Aye,” she replied with a certain fire in her eyes.
They stood at the foot of the bed, Zeke gently caressing her face and then running his fingers through her silky, soft hair. He could have stood there all day gazing into eyes the color of a dusky summer day - green, gold and bronze. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
Brenna sat on the edge of her bed and reaching for his hand, guided him to join her. He examined her face once again marveling at the woman he saw. The one he’d missed until this moment. Her lips were inviting. He needed to kiss them again,to feel them open for him, to taste her eagerness to be with him. Brenna melted in his arms, pressing herself close, her fingers searching for an opening in his shirt. He helped her undo the buttons and removed his shirt. Much to his delight, her hands explored his chest, his back and his belly. The kilt he wore did little to hide his need for her. “Do you see what you’re doing to me, Brenna?”
Her hand snaked its way beneath the kilt and latched onto his hardness, causing him to gasp in ecstasy. She smiled and kissed him again as the hand beneath his kilt was bringing him great pleasure. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Never,” she answered a bit breathlessly.
Zeke hadn’t been with a woman in a long time and he didn’t want their afternoon tryst to end abruptly, so he removed her hand. Slowly he began to undress her, marveling at the number of layers there were between him and what he wanted. She tried to help, but he stopped her and when she would protest, he put his finger to her lips. “Let me.”
Brenna wasn’t sure what to do with her hands at this point. Zeke was removing her clothes one piece at a time as she watched his face for signs that he wanted her, occasionally moving or shifting to accommodate his efforts. She could hardly breathe at the thought of what might happen next. She ran her fingers through his sandy blonde hair, which he wore cropped short and which she found very attractive. Her finger traced a line down his neck, to his shoulder and then back up to his lips. She leaned her head down and kissed the corner of his mouth as he squatted down to remove one last piece of clothing, leaving her completely naked. She should have been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. Her hands made quick work of his kilt and then he lifted her onto the bed before covering her body with his hard muscles and satiny soft skin. She was in heaven as Zeke kissed her all over, finding several sensitive spots that caused her towriggle beneath him. Those were the spots he concentrated his efforts on. Returning again and again to touch her lips with his and her tongue with his. All thoughts had gone from her head except the one that told her how much she wanted Zeke. The small cries of ecstasy escaping her lips encouraged him to continue. His lips moved down to her breasts, where he took one and then the other into his mouth. The tingling sensation this created went straight to her core. She could feel the hardness of his manhood as it lay between her thighs, never once having even a momentary second thought about losing her virginity to this man. She knew what was to come and she welcomed it.
Zeke had never been with a virgin before, so he never had to worry about what that first time might be like for them. He knew there might be some pain, but that it would pass, so he wanted to be gentle with her. Making the pleasure she felt outweigh any discomfort was foremost in his mind. His pleasure could wait. She was his focus and he’d take his cues from her.
“Brenna, if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will,” Zeke said.
“I don’t want ye to stop,” came her breathless reply.
Zeke slid his hand between her thighs, softly touching and caressing her womanly folds. He inserted one finger and then another as his thumb gently circled her sensitive pearl. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips and he knew she was ready. Positioning himself over her, he entered into the warmth that awaited him. Inch by inch, ever so slowly until he was fully engulfed in her.
“Brenna?”
“Mmm …”
He continued slowly sliding in and out as Brenna began to join in and match his movement with her own, clutching his shoulders as she drew closer and closer to her release. He waited for her and when she began to convulse in his arms, he tookhis own release before lying spent, arms and legs entwined with hers.
As their breathing returned to normal, Zeke rolled onto his back, taking Brenna with him.
She rested her head on his chest, “Zeke?”
“Yes?”
“That was verra much better than I thought it would be.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad.”
“How often can we do this?” she asked.
“As often as you’d like,” he said, feeling sleepy. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
