“You had your reasons, ones even I understand, and they will adore you. It will be impossible for them not to.” He walked her backward into the shower and closed the door. The water sluiced through her hair and down her body as he pinned her against the side, one hand planted beside her head on the glass, the other curled around her nape.
Hot water pummeled his shoulders as she slid her arms around his neck and held on. “I love the way you hold me. It makes me feel so cherished and grounded. And when you’re inside me, I can feel your strength and the most exquisite tenderness.” She hooked one leg behind his knee, rubbed up and down his calf. These past two weeks, he’d stolen her will to be anywhere but with him.
“I intend for you to feel far more than cherished. I want to see to your every desire.” He whispered the words as steam swirled around them.
“Can you tell what I desire right now?” She nibbled his neck and heat flooded her below, making her wetter than she already was.
He breathed deep, scenting the air then grinned and cupped her bottom. He lifted her up, pressed himself hard against her. “I have a very good idea. I want inside of you, now.”
With one hand, she grasped his shaft and rubbed the plump head against her folds. His already hard cock got incredibly harder, then he slid her down over top of him, and he filled her, so slowly, so completely.
She gasped at their delicious joining then got lost in a storm of sensation as he took her hard and fast, the way she needed, the way her mind whispered to his in demand for. He pumped into her and her inner muscles gripped and pulled him in even deeper. Then she kissed him and he took her frantically, as unable to hold back in his desire as she was in hers. Soaring, she tumbled over the edge of no return, just as he roared his satisfaction and joined her in their own little slice of paradise.
Aye, two weeks alone with him wasn’t nearly long enough.
“I can’t believe we must leave.” Except their duties called and after a late breakfast, Isla packed her belongings in the suitcase Iain had fetched from the hallway cupboard and zipped it up. She’d left a few things in the top drawer of his oak dresser, enough for when they stayed over, but the remainder she’d take with her to Ivanson Castle.
“Allow me to aid you.” Iain clutched the handle and lifted her bag off the bed. He’d dressed in a white shirt, the cuffs rolled to his elbows and his clan kilt belted at his waist. He looked every lip-licking inch a delectable Highland warrior with daggers sheathed at each wrist and a sword at his side.
“One thing I am looking forward to is watching you train.” She smoothed her hands through his hair and tidied his drying locks as best as she could. Finlay had sent him a message and told him to come prepared to battle when he returned. “I’ve always wanted to wield a sword, but my father wouldn’t permit it. Instead he taught me how to shoot an arrow and I have a near perfect aim at a hundred yards.”
“We hold an archery competition in the spring. Many of our women compete as well. You too should. You’ll have fun. I’m sure of it.” Holding her hand, he led her down the hallway, through the lounge and out the front door. He carried her bag to the SUV and stowed it inside the trunk.
She keyed in the door’s lock sequence, trekked down the steps and lifted her face skyward. The odd puffy white cloud floated across the vivid blue sky and birds soared above, dipped then landed on the highest branches of the towering trees at the forest’s edge. The river ran swifter today after the rain that had fallen yesterday and farther downstream, water gushed around thick boulders and flowed around the bend. The grass grew lusher, greener, and the wildflowers across the meadow bobbed their pretty heads at her as she walked to where Iain held her door open for her. “I’ll miss this place.”
“We’ll return as often as we’re able to.”
“Is it wrong of me to still want you all to myself?” She eased inside the passenger seat and secured her seat belt.
“No, I feel the same way about you.” Iain drove along the bumpy dirt track then turned onto the private gravel road leading toward the castle. The forest stood thick and strong around them, and within a short time the stone walls of the keep rose up ahead. They parked in the large lot at the rear, one filled with dark SUVs and the odd sports car. Iain’s red convertible gleamed where it had been parked near the rear row of pines.
“Someone cleaned your car.”
“Kirk would have. The blue ride next to mine is his and he can’t stand seeing any grit on either of our girls.” He collected her bag and guided her through the postern gate. On the battlements above, two men wearing leather vests over dark shirts and pants lifted a hand toward him and he waved back.
They continued on, around the perimeter of the inner bailey and past a dozen men in belted kilts and white shirts, swords in hand as they trained. Finlay and Kirk were amongst them, sweat glistening on their skin as they swung at each other, steel clashing loud against steel.