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“Well, I was going to whisk my new bride off to a far-flung sunny destination, ideally one with private, five star accommodation and very few interruptions. However, harvest season is upon us so until we’ve got everything in, I’m…er…in high demand on the farm. So, I thought, before we go traipsing off with the intention of dipping you in the Indian Ocean, or wherever takes your fancy, I thought we could have a shot at some…water rehabilitation.”
I shudder. “Really? That’s the surprise?”
He wraps his arms round my shoulders. “I’ve got you.,” he whispers in my ear. I close my eyes and rest my head back against his chest. “Let’s chase away those ghosts by having the perfect night time dip.”
“No plunging from the pier?”
“Not unless you ask nicely…no, no plunging,” he laughs as I twist in his arms and scowl at him. “Well, there might be some plunging…” He gives me a look that can only be described as frankly lascivious and runs his thumbs over the thin cotton of my dress where it brushes my hip bones.
My insides melt.
“Corran!” I exclaim, feigning shock. He grins and wraps me tightly into his arms. “I don’t have a swimsuit with me.”
“Neither do I…” he murmurs. He puts his hands flat on my bum cheeks and presses me hard against his body.
“Mmm,” I sigh as the pressing insistence of his erection, straining against the confines of his suit trousers, presses against my lower belly. “Okay. I’ll give it a try. I can’t promise I’ll manage. But I will try. Will you make sausages after?”
“Is that some kind of euphemism? No?” he laughs, “Okay then. You want actual sausages, do you?”
“Where did I find you?” I laugh with a shake of my head.
“On a bus, somewhere, I seem to remember.”
His thumbs dip under the hem of my dress and he runs his hands up the side of my body. My skin catches fire under his touch. He eases my dress over my head.
“I spent a fortune on these…” I look down at the white satin bra and knicker set I had intended to be my bridal trousseau, then back up into Corran’s blue eyes. “I had envisioned you peeling them off me somewhere slightly less…er…”
“Exposed?” he asks, with a devilish grin. His eyes range over my body as he divests himself of his own wedding attire with remarkable speed. He clearly does not share my sensibilities as he takes off everything, including his underwear.
He stands naked on the sand, the light of the moon illuminating every glorious plane of his finely honed body. He is perfect. He is mine. I reach for him, drawing him to me, twining my hands through his hair to press his lips to mine. He obliges readily and we kiss, greedy with our need for each other.
“If I don’t move now, we are not going to make it into the water,” he groans.
“Wouldn’t that be a pity,” I tease.
“Oh no you don’t, Mrs. Major Dr. Victoria Canmore-Beattie,” he laughs, lifting me into his arms. I wrap my legs round his waist, hoping against hope that he doesn’t notice the perfidious dampness of my knickers against his skin. He does. Of course, he does. That man misses nothing.
Crimson floods my cheeks. I move to duck my head to avoid his gaze but his eyes catch mine.
“Turns out the loch isn’t the only thing that’s wet tonight,” Corran growls in my ear. I duck my head against his shoulder. He chuckles. “Aw, I love it when you go all shy.”
“Nearly as wet as your wife,” I mumble against his skin.
“Oh, spicy from Mrs. Beattie. I like it,” he says with a grin, then continues, “And much as I like these, they have to go.”
I hold onto his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his flexing muscles under my fingers as he tucks his thumbs into the waistband of my knickers. The brush of his fingers against my hip bones sends a delicious shiver down my spine. He grins as he removes my knickers, dangling them on his finger before lobbing them towards the shore. They bob resolutely un-beached a few metres short of the shore.
“They’ll come in on the waves,” he says confidently. “As will this.” With a single, fluid motion he unclips my bra then sends it the same way as the bottoms.
“Corran!” I squeak.
“That’s better,” he says with a grin.
I look down at my breasts, bobbing in the water. I frown and duck them under. The chill of the water hardens my nipples to peaks instantly. I gasp.
“Steady, don’t want to get a chill on your chest.”
“Maybe you could heat it up for me.”
