Page 39 of Highland Steel

“I thought you liked nature. I’m surprised you don’t take your naps on a rock instead.”

“Oh, I do sometimes,” he admitted. “But I use the hut when I want to get out of doin’ my chores.”

She giggled. “Well, it sounds better than the cold, wet ground to me,” she told him.

He shifted her to one arm as he yanked open the door on the small, wooden enclosure.

“I need to put ye down for a moment, so I can light a candle.”

“All right,” she told him as he placed her down outside the hut. She felt the dew on the grass against her feet.

It didn’t take long before the little shed lit up in a warm glow.

“Come inside,” he told her, reaching out to guide her. She took his hand and stepped into the small room.

Nets as well as long, wooden poles with string and hooks on the ends lined the walls. There was a set of oars standing in the corner. Buckets were stacked up next to it. There was also a small table with two chairs and a chessboard on it. And right in the middle of the room was a pallet with a pillow and a blanket.

“I’m sorry if it smells like fish in here,” said Logan. “But I’ve lit a beeswax candle scented with rose oil, so hopefully that will help.”

“You have a rose-scented candle?” asked Rhoswen in surprise, finding it amusing since Logan was a rugged Highlander. She didn’t think he’d care about scents that were more suited to a lady.

“My mathair made it and gave it to me as a present,” he told her, peeking up at her from under his long hair. “She told me I stink. That’s why I take so many baths in the loch.”

“Really.” She smiled and looked down once more to his engorged manhood.

“Well, there are other reasons, too.” He walked over and closed the door, then returned and stood toe to toe with her. “I’ve been thinkin’ about this for days now,” he told her.

“Me, too,” she admitted shyly.

“Come here, lass.” He held her chin and kissed her gently, then lifted her shift and removed it, throwing it over the back of the chair. “God’s bones, ye are bonnie.” His eyes traveled from her face, down her body and back up again. She no longer felt uncomfortable since they were now in private quarters. The way he looked at her and kissed her made her feel like a princess.

Logan lowered himself to the pallet and reached out to her with open arms. “Since I ken this is yer first time, I promise ye I’ll make it special.”

“Will it hurt?” she asked, not knowing what to expect.

“It might feel a little uncomfortable until ye relax. Then I promise ye are goin’ to love it.”

“All right,” she said, curious as to the act of lovemaking, and wondering how he would teach her.

“First, we need to ready ye to receive me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Our bodies will meld as one, but we both need to be prepared,” he told her, kissing her on the nose, helping her to lie on her back.

“I’m ready,” she told him, lying rigid, afraid of doing it wrong.

He chuckled. “Slow down, my bonnie lassie. Ye just close yer eyes and let me do the work.”

“Close my eyes? I don’t want to miss anything.”

“Believe me, ye willna miss a thing.”

She closed her eyes and felt Logan leaning over her, kissing her first on the lips, and then letting his kisses trail down her neck to her collarbone.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” she crooned.

“This is goin’ to feel even better.” Rhoswen felt the slight scratchy stubble of his face against her skin, and then the wetness of his tongue as it darted out and swept past one nipple. It surprised her and delighted her at the same time. His mouth closed over her nipple and he suckled her, causing her to go taut. She arched up off the pallet, grabbing at his hair.