His hand lifted to caress her cheek. “Ye are perfectly beautiful, Moira Hart. I want to spend the rest of my days reveling in yer beauty.”
Her cheeks heated, not from embarrassment, but from the compliment. She had never been looked upon in the way Errol was looking at her. As if he were drinking her in after a long thirst and he was parched. He led her over to the bath and helped her into the water.
She groaned as the heated water warmed her skin and relaxed her weary bones and muscles.
Standing beside the basin, Errol pulled his tunic over his head, revealing his broad chest, dusted with short, brown hair, his abdominal muscles reminded her of a ladder. She wanted to run her fingers along each line. Mayhap even her tongue. Och, the wicked thoughts that have started running rampant through her mind as he removed his boots and then pushed his trews down, revealing his manhood, standing tall, proud, stiff. Huge.
Her breath hitched as she caught her lower lip betwixt her teeth. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
And he was hers.
And she his.
Tonight, they would seal their union in the way as old as eternity, once again, bringing their families together as one. Their historycoming full circle to completion.
With care, he climbed into the basin, settling behind her, his legs on either side of her, as she pushed forward to make room for him. She smiled at the thought of the innkeeper supplying them with an extra-large basin to accommodate them both. Had they been so obvious?
Errol wrapped an arm around her stomach, drawing her back gently so she lay flush against his front. She could feel his hardness at her back, and shivered.
He chuckled, his warm breath near her ear sent frissons running up and down her arms, making her skin pimple. Dipping the bar of soap in the water, he rubbed it into a clean cloth, creating a lather afore he ran it along her arm, lifting it and washing the underside. He repeated the motion on her other arm.
Urging her to sit up, he washed her back, then rinsed the water off afore drawing her back to him again.
Every inch of Moira’s skin felt like it was aflame. Wherever Errol touched, goose pimples pebbled her skin.
He nuzzled her neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive column of her neck. Moving the washcloth over her breasts, her nipples peaked taut, and she arched her back at the sensation, ignoring the pull of her stitches, and moaned. Her skin felt alit. It was something she had never felt afore.
But then Errol dipped the cloth below the surface of the water and brought it to the apex of her thighs and she nearly jumped out of the basin with a squeak.
Grasping his wrist, she stilled Errol’s hand. She took hold of the cloth and washed her nether region. What he was doing was exquisite, but she felt an odd feeling. Like a fireball knotting in her stomach and she wasn’t sure how to handle it.
Turning, she looked at him over her shoulder. “My turn.” Grabbing a clean cloth, she dunked it into the water and covered it withsoap. The muscles of his broad shoulders bunched under her hands as she washed his shoulders, taking her time, letting the cloth run slowly over his skin. Then she moved to his chest where she noted the jump of his pectorals when she rubbed the cloth over them. Trailing the cloth down the center of his stomach, she could feel it ripple under her fingers.
Errol’s eyes were intense, the pupils blown wide, as he watched her and when she moved to wash his still-hard manhood, he grasped her hand this time. “As much as I would love to have yer hands on me there, Lass. I willnae last.”
She frowned, not fully understanding what he meant as he plucked the cloth from her hands and made quick work finishing to clean himself.
They rinsed off and then he urged her to stand, wrapping her in a towel afore stepping out himself and wrapping his own towel low on his hips. She caught her lower lip in her teeth at the vision in front of her. He was so fetching with a body that looked to be chiseled out of stone. Moving her closer to the fire, Errol rubbed her down with towel, taking care around her wound, patting the area tenderly.
“Ye are beautiful, Lass. I dinnae believe I have a seen a finer sight in all my life.” In one swift move, he lifted her off her feet and carried her over to the bed, laying her gently on the soft throws.
As he dried himself off, her skin felt chilled, and nerves overcame her. Suddenly she felt anxious.
But when he joined her, covering her body with his, only heat consumed her.
Blistering, hot heat.
Capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, his fingers feathered down her sides, causing her to shiver. He smiled against her mouth. His fingers found the curls betwixt her legs, and he traced the seam of her slit, eliciting an “Oh!” from her.
Kissing his way down her body, his lips were warm against herneck, her collarbone. And absolute fire when they sucked a taut nipple into his mouth, his hand massaging her other breast, his fingers pinching and plucking at her nipple. The actions had her body lifting off the bed as the warmth in her stomach continued to grow.
Errol paused and looked up at her. “I love how yer body responds to me, Lass.”
She wasn’t sure what to say in response, but then his hand dropped to her mons again and he flicked his finger and she gasped.
His smile was huge as he held her gaze whilst he lowered himself, lower, and lower, until his mouth hovered over her apex. His warm breath fanning over her most private area, tickling the hairs there. He waggled his eyebrows as he pushed her knees upward, opening her up to him.
For a long moment, he stared, his eyes blazing. Gently blowing on her damp curls, she shuddered. And then his mouth was on her. Suckling, licking. Her hips lifted off the bed, and he placed his forearm on her stomach, keeping her still as he feasted on her body as if he were starving.
