“I’m sorry ye’ve been hurt and made sick, lass,” Geordie said in a husky voice as he began to move the now-soapy cloth over her body, starting at her neck and shoulders, before moving lower. “But hopefully, with Catriona and Sasha gone, the attacks will end.”
“Aye,” Dwyn breathed, her eyes closing and head dropping back as he began to soap her breasts, his hands caressing even as they cleaned.
“Ye’re so beautiful when ye do that,” he growled, both hands on her breasts now and concentrating on the nipples, one with the linen, one without.
Blinking, she lowered her head with confusion. “When I do what?” she asked, and then gasped and threw her head back again when one of his hands suddenly dipped into the water to slide between her legs.
“That,” he said. “Ye close yer eyes, and throw yer head back, yer beautiful neck stretched tight and yer mouth open just a bit. It makes me want to—” His mouth covered hers suddenly and Dwyn opened her eyes and pulled her hands out of the water to wrap them around his neck. She moaned with pleasure when his tongue thrust between her lips and then cried out into his mouth when his fingers slid between the folds guarding her sensitive nub and began to run circles around it.
Dwyn kissed him back desperately as he caressed her, her fingers plucking and tugging at his plaid. She wanted to touch his naked skin. She wanted to run her hands over his shoulders and down his back. She wanted to press her breasts to his naked chest and . . . Dear God, she wanted him to keep touching her, but wanted him to taste her again too. She wanted that explosive release he’d given her before. But she wanted to touch him there too, so that he exploded as well, and she wanted . . .
Dwyn cried out with dismay when he suddenly broke their kiss, and then watched him stand and give his plaid a tug that had it dropping away to the floor. She barely got to see him in just his shirt, and note that he had fine strong legs, before he tugged the shirt up and off. Her gaze moved immediately to his pillicock and her eyes widened incredulously as she saw how large and hard it looked. It was pointing accusingly at her, she noted, before he bent and lifted her out of the tub.
“Put yer arms around me, lass,” Geordie ordered, and she did so automatically and then squeezed her eyes nervously closed as he stepped into the tub he’d just taken her out of. She didn’t open them again until he’d settled in the water with her in his lap, the backs of her knees on one side of the tub, her feet hanging over but not touching the floor, and her back against the other side, her hair trailing on the floor. She could feel his hard erection against her bottom, and her gaze shifted to Geordie’s face as he leaned back in the tub and looked her over as his hands returned to her body.
“One day I’d like to take ye to the loch and make love to ye under the waterfall,” he murmured, his hands closing over her breasts again. “There’s a little ledge on the wall under the falls I can set ye on while I love ye.”
“Oh,” Dwyn breathed, her eyes closing as she enjoyed his touch and envisioned what he was describing.
“Would ye like that?” he asked, shifting one hand between her legs to caress her there again.
“A-aye, G-Geordie,” Dwyn gasped, her legs automatically spreading to give him more room, and one hand sliding from his neck to drop and cover his, urging him on.
He kissed her again, and Dwyn kissed him back with all she had, her mouth opening, her tongue meeting his, her lips sucking and her chest twisting to press against his and slide soapy wet across the coarse hairs there. Her hips began to move, riding the hand caressing her, and her bottom was rubbing over the hardness beneath her. Dwyn heard water splashing out on the floor, but didn’t care as she chased that release she’d experienced before. And then he slid one finger into her and she broke their kiss on a gasp, her head pulling back so she could look at him. Geordie held her gaze and eased the finger in farther, his thumb now rubbing over the center of her excitement.
“Relax yer muscles, lass. Let me in,” he growled, easing his finger back out a ways before pushing back in, deeper this time, his thumb continuing to build her excitement as he did.
Whimpering, Dwyn leaned back against the side of the tub, her back arching, and legs opening and closing around his hand, hips moving into the caress. She tried to relax her muscles for him, but she was panting, her body tightening, the need in her becoming so intense she didn’t think she could bear it.
“That’s it, love. Give me yer passion,” he murmured, splashing water over her breasts with his free hand to rinse away the soap, before bending his head to claim one nipple. Catching it between his teeth, he nipped lightly, then began to draw hard, adding to the pressure building in her, and Dwyn clutched at his head with her free hand, her other still covering his between her legs and trying to move it more swiftly against her and with more pressure. But he resisted, keeping his movements slow and steady until she thought she would go mad in search of her release.
“Geordie,” she gasped desperately, and felt a second finger join the first, stretching her as they slid in. Releasing her breast then, he raised his head and watched her face, his expression a combination of grim determination and something softer.
“What is it, love? What do ye want?” he asked, flicking her sensitive nub with his thumb now. “Can ye tell me what ye want?”
“More,” she groaned, and then, “You.”
His determination broke from his expression and Geordie slid his hand into her hair and dragged her face up to claim a kiss, his tongue thrusting in time with his fingers as they moved faster and more firmly into her until she screamed into his mouth and began to convulse against him with her release. Dwyn was vaguely aware of Geordie breaking their kiss and resting his forehead on hers as his fingers paused inside her, but she merely held on tightly to him as the only stability in a world gone mad.
Chapter 10
Geordie kissed the top of her head when Dwyn collapsed weakly against his chest. She was limp and breathing heavily, but moaned in protest when he eased his hand from between her legs, his fingers drifting across her oversensitized skin. She didn’t even have the strength to clutch at his shoulders when he shifted her in his arms and stood up in the tub. She simply lay with her head in the curve of his neck, and her arms in her lap, as he carried her to the bed.
Her energy began to return again though when he laid her in the bed, climbed in with her and began to kiss her once more. Moaning, she welcomed his kiss, her body stretching against his as he half covered hers with his own. Much to his pleasure, her excitement returned as if it had never been sated and began to burn brightly again. She had recovered quickly in the orchard as well and had been ready to go again after he’d pleasured her there. Now she kissed him eagerly back, her hands moving over him with curiosity. He grinned against her mouth as she squeezed his muscled chest, and then ran her hands down over his stomach, before bringing them back up to find and focus on his nipples.
Geordie growled into her mouth when she plucked at them. Apparently taking that as encouragement, Dwyn concentrated there, toying with them until they hardened and grew as hers did when he did it to her. He was caught by surprise when she suddenly pushed at his chest. Unprepared for it, Geordie found himself rolled to his back on the bed. Before he could roll her back, she was kneeling beside him, leaning over him to claim one nipple with her mouth, and he sucked in a startled breath as her teeth grazed the oddly sensitive tip before she drew it into her mouth to suckle.