“Sounds like a possibility,” he smirked. “I’d be willing to help ye give it a good test run, trial the theory as much as ye need to.”
I huffed out a laugh, but it was cut off when he kissed me again - slower this time, deliberate, like he was feeling out just how far I’d let it go.
I had no intention of applying any breaks by that point though.
My fingers slid up to his collar, tugging him closer so he was leaning into me more. He made a quiet sound against my mouth, something pleased and low that sent heat straight through me and had me feeling satisfied that he seemed to need me as much as I needed him.
“Cara,” he uttered, clearly about to ask me if I were sure, despite the fact his hands had already shifted, drawing me closer until I was flush against him.
I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, needing him to know without doubt that I was sure. “Come in with me…in the shower.”
Arran lifted his head a little more and studied me, the words hanging there between us.
“Ye sure?” he asked, voice gentle, but steady. “You were upset before. Is this a distraction?”
“No. This is me wanting you,” I stated, surprising myself with how certain I felt. “…needing you.”
Something in his expression softened completely and he seemed to steady himself with a small breath.
“Alright,” he nodded.
He released his hold on me and took my hand again instead, his fingers linking between mine. It felt so right, as did the small distance he led me toward the bathroom. Everything in that moment was as I wanted it to be.
Inside the bathroom the air was warm, fog steaming up the large mirror above the sink. The sound of the shower filled the space, rhythmic and almost soothing. We stopped just inside, and for a moment, neither of us moved.
“I need ye to be clear right now, Cara. I dinnae want to get our signals crossed and fuck up,” he told me as he turned to face me.
“I want all of you,” I answered almost shyly. “I…I want you to show me…th-that it can be good. That sex isn’t always about fear. I know we…before with Cal, I know and that helped, but I…I want more, Arran, with you. Now, here. Will you make love to me? Please?” I bumbled embarrassingly. “Fuck,” I sighed as I slammed my hand into my face, knowing I’d just made myself sound like an idiot.
“I’ll show ye, darlin’. I’ll prove to ye that sex is about so very much - so many amazing, incredible, exciting experiences. But there’ll never be fear when yer with me. If it starts to creep in, ye stop me, right? Ye tell me and we talk. I never want ye to feel scared or worried when we’re together. I only want ye to feel loved, cherished, and worshipped.”
“Yes,” I gasped as I looked up into his intense eyes and let go of every last thread of indecision and worry that I was holdingonto. I wanted what he had just said. All of it, and I had no fear about Arran ever hurting me.
“That’s ma girl.” He looked to me with so much adoration, and I only felt relief when his fingers found the hem of my sports bra.
“May I?” he requested and I nodded eagerly, trying to curb the smile on my face, not wanting to look too eager.
He lifted it slowly, carefully, like it mattered. Like I mattered. His knuckles brushed my skin as the fabric was lifted, and the touch lingered, sending heat racing through me. I briefly closed my eyes as the top went over my head, but when I opened them again, Arran was watching me, checking on me, always taking care of me.
Then it was my turn and I couldn’t wait to see his perfect body again. My hands weren’t as steady as his. I felt a little unsure, having never undressed a man before, but he didn’t rush me. Just watched patiently, as I tugged at his shirt, reaching on my tiptoes in an attempt to get it over his head. I just about managed to reach, pulling the shirt free and tossing it aside. I couldn’t have stopped my fingertips from tracing the lines of his abdomen if I’d have tried. I just wanted to touch him. His well-honed body was too perfect to believe without feeling it for myself.
I almost jolted when he reached down to take my hand in his, pulling my touch from the defined lines of his abs. I squeaked in complaint, but then he pressed a lingering kiss to my lips and I felt the promise of all that was to come.
“Come on,” he coaxed softly.
I held onto his hand with both of mine and followed behind him to the large shower enclosure.
“We still have clothes on,” I dumbly pointed out when I thought he was about to step in.
“That can be remedied, can it no’?”
Before I could even contemplate what to do next, Arran had shoved down his jeans and boxers in one fast move, then stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
Not wanting to waste time, I did the same, but not quite as gracefully. Still, I remained upright and kicked my leggings over to where his jeans were. Then I tried desperately not to cover my naked body from him. I knew he didn’t like that. He and Cal had told me before. They wanted to look their fill, and knowing that gave me more confidence to stand proudly before him.
Arran took my hand again and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it.
“Yer so beautiful, Cara,” he told me and I smiled bashfully.
