Highlander's Kiss (Clan Matheson #1)

“I know exactly what we’re about to do.” He pulled out another set of instruments from a drawer, set it on the bed then steered her across the room and settled her on top of mattress and moved in behind her. He directed the light on the overhead metal arm over her head until the light shone on the back of her head. Carefully he separated her hair at the back.

“Tavish, this isnae quite the kind of ‘whatever’ I was referring to. You also said my new wound wouldnae need stitches and Cherub has already cleaned my hair and the wound site for me.”

“I’ll give it all another clean with my sterilized water. I need to ensure no bugs are introduced to the open area. Definitely no stitches needed though. That I promise you.” He nipped her ear from behind. “And I also haven’t forgotten you lost awareness for several hours, which means I’m going to have to wake you throughout the night to make certain all is well.”

“Wake me as often as you please, just ensure you make it interesting when you do.” She giggled and clamped a hand over her mouth. “Goodness, I cannae believe what now comes out of my mouth. You have completely corrupted me, Tavish Matheson.”

“I hope so.” He gestured toward the window overlooking the inner courtyard. A fiery red sunset beamed, its brilliant rays searing the forest’s treetops beyond the curtain wall. The dark descended and stars twinkled in the night sky. “Since it’s so late, would you care to take a shower with me before bed?”

“Most definitely. Now, hurry it along.”

He chuckled, finished tending to her then swept her off the mattress and carried her into his chamber and knocked the door shut with his hip. A mischievous glint lit his golden shifter eyes as he strode past their big bed and into his bathroom.

“’Tis hard to believe I now live in two times.”

“A new world has opened up for both of us.” He crossed the sandy colored floor tiles, slid her down his body and onto her feet. He unbelted his weapons, laid them on the countertop then shucked his tan tunic and black trews until he stood unclothed before her. With one finger, he teased along her lower lip. “May I undress you?”

“I’m no’ quite sure why you haven’t already.” She pushed her fingers into his silky black hair, cupped the back of his head and tugged his mouth down to hers. His warm lips caressed hers, so softly, so deliciously, then he rubbed the entire length of his body against hers, all hard and hot heat that had her panting for more. She pulled back an inch and grinned. His pure white aura with its sizzling red shifter edge swarmed around and completely covered hers. “You’re my one and all.”

“As you’re my one and all. I wish to wrap myself around you, inside and out.” He unfastened the ties of her violet riding skirt, allowed the fabric to slither to the ground then lifted her cream shirt over her head and whisked her to the shower and sat her on the metal chair. He flicked the shower lever on and stuck his hand under the water. “I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“I’m allowed to get my hair wet?”

“You are. The wound is healing nicely, and the stitches fairly close to dissolving.” He slid the shower head from the slider and passed it to her. “I also want to watch you bathe, as you did the last time we showered together.”

“Mmm, this I will enjoy.” She ran the warm water over her locks, down her back and over her breasts before relaxing back into the chair and into Tavish’s hands.

He worked the creamy shampoo into a foam and ran the bubbles through her hair. The sweet scent of apples swirled within the steam, a fragrance that saturated her senses, just as her mate’s warm and fresh scent did.

A soft sigh escaped her, the water soothing her tired muscles as she rinsed the shampoo out.

“Would you like a massage?” Tavish knelt at her feet, a bar of vanilla soap in hand.

“Aye, very much.” She craved his touch, however he offered it.

He massaged her feet and calves, stroked upward, over her knees and along her inner thighs. Leaning in, he bumped his nose against the entrance to her core and with a low growl, breathed her scent in deep. His claws sliced out and in. “My bear is clawing for a taste of you. You smell like the sweetest, warmest honey and he wants to devour you.”

“Devouring sounds good.” She hooked one leg around Tavish’s back and drew him ever closer. “I intend to request daily showers with you, from this moment forth.”

“That request I’ll gladly grant.” Gently, he stroked over her hips, around her breasts and back down her sides. Rubbing his body against hers, he whispered, “You’re clean, from top to toe. Rinse off so I can actually begin the devouring.”

She rinsed them both, rose from her chair and slid the shower head back onto the slider.

Tavish crowded her from behind, one hand sweeping her wet hair over her shoulder and the other sliding around her waist. Water pummeled into her, his erect cock brushing over her lower cheeks as he rubbed against her. Nuzzling her neck, he razzed his teeth back and forth over her most sensitive spot and growled under his breath. “Look at me.”