He stroked his hands up her sides, the water and soap making their skin slick. He covered her breasts with his hands, sending tingles rampaging over her body.
Arousal pummeled her, but she pulled back out of his reach. "Patience, my laird."
He growled in frustration.
"I'm going to wash your hair and your back first." She climbed out of the tub and walked behind him, the cool air giving her shivers.
He craned his neck, gawking at her. "Saints! Look at you, lass."
"Stop it." Hands on either side of his head, she made him face forward again. He feigned a fierce growl, and she laughed.
After she finished washing and rinsing his hair, then his back, she climbed into the tub again. His gaze moved from her breasts to her face, and he looked ready to pounce on her.
She rubbed the soap over his muscular thighs on either side of her, then over his hard stomach and lower abdomen. He moaned but didn't move. Her own arousal climbed with each part of his body she washed. She gathered her courage and slid the soap farther down to bathe all his intimate parts.
He grew stone hard as she stroked her palms over him.
His hands gripping the edges of the tub in restraint, he rasped Gaelic words between clenched teeth.
"Lass." He tugged her to him, pulled her forward to lie on his chest, and kissed her. His hard length pressed against her belly, tantalizing her.
He cupped her derriere in his hands and squeezed. "You turn me into a lunatic."
She felt the same way. A tingle racing through her, she arched and moaned.
Devouring her mouth, he moved his hand between their bodies and stroked her. "So luscious," he hissed.
"I want you," she whispered.
"Nay as much as I want you." He ground hard against her, teasing and tormenting her.
"Gavin," she moaned and pushed her hips toward him. He seemed intent on taking his own sweet time. "Stop your dilly-dallying."
"I want out of this tub. Hold on 'round my neck."
She did as he asked and crossed her ankles behind his back. Hands on the edge of the tub, he pushed up, then cupped her butt, carrying her.
His physical strength spurred her extreme arousal. She had never met such a powerful man.
When he reached the bed, he surprised her by lying back on it, keeping her on top. She didn't care which position; she wanted him.
"I would nay wish to hurt you, lass." He said between kisses.
"You won't. Just… go slow." Though she was impatient, she knew taking their time would be wise, since it had been a long time for her.
Kissing her, he nudged into her gradually, giving her time to grow accustomed to his size. He was living, breathing pleasure… the tingling so intense, she bore down on him.
"Please, Gavin." She lifted her upper body, placed her hands on his brawny shoulders, and took him as she wanted, deeper with each descent.
"Oh, aye, lass.A shùgh mo chrìdhe."
His thrusts mirrored her own, adding to the hot friction, so wild and delicious she couldn't think. Her skin drying in the cool air sent shivers over her even as an inferno blazed between them.
With a growl, he flipped her onto her back and increased the pace. She cried out. Nothing had ever felt so good.
Pausing, he rose over her, lifted her foot, and bit her ankle, gently. With a wicked grin, he began thrusting again, harder, as he grazed his teeth over her lower calf.
Having never experienced anything so erotic, she gasped and moaned.
