Page 54 of Kilted Seduction
“Let Lachlan and his schemes be fer a time.”
“’Tis nae what I meant.” She twisted out of his hold and turned to face him. “We’re nae… this is temporary. There’s nay sense getting too involved, when there’s naught between us but our promise bond and the need tae discover what Laird Ross is schemin’.”
Aedan reached out and drew her back toward him, then cupped her chin with one hand. “And is that all there is between us, Thora? All ye care fer? Because ‘tis nae all I’ve felt fer some time. I thought I’d already showed ye that I felt more when ye were injured.”
Thora flushed slightly. “Aye. Ye did. And I… I cannae say I dinnae share yer feelings, fer I dae care fer ye. ‘Tis complicated though.”
“It doesnae have tae be. Nae right now.” Aedan caressed her cheek. His body was humming with tension, and the need for release of some sort. He wanted to fight, but there was something else he could do.
He needed to be mindful of Thora’s shoulder, and her newest injuries. He took a deep breath. “Will ye bathe with me?”
“The tub is too small for both o’ us.” Thora flushed red.
“Aye. ‘Tis small. But there’s pleasure tae be had even so…” He bent his head to kiss her, gentle and sweet. “Will ye let me tak’ care o’ ye?”
“That depends.” Her eyes met his. “Will I be able tae tak’ care o’ ye too?”
A low thrill of heat swirled through him. “Shall we find out?” He smirked at her, and watched her blush deepen.
Her hands moved hesitantly to his belt, and her fingers unthreading the leather from the buckle. The fabric slid down his legs, and Aedan slid his hands over her shoulders before stepping out of his kilt and away to remove his shirt.
There was a chance Thora would refuse. When he tossed his shirt aside, however, he discovered that she’d shed her dress and chemise and was standing in the tub, her long hair framing her slim figure.
Aedan moved to join her. The tub was indeed small, but that was hardly a problem when he wanted to be close to her.
Aedan reached out to stroke her hair away from her face. He was already half hard, his body aroused by the mere sight of her. Even the bandages on her shoulder and arm were oddly attractive - badges of honor revealing the courage of the woman before him.
He slid his hand down her face, then to her shoulder, before cupping her breast and stroking the nipple, teasing and rolling it until it was a hardened peak.
Aedan swallowed a growl as her hand came up to stroke his chest, playing with his nipples. They weren’t as sensitive as a woman’s but her light, gentle touches sent sparks racing through his blood nonetheless. The sensation increased as she slid her hand down to brush her fingers across his abdomen, tracing the muscles there, and up along his ribs.
“Teasing wench…” He breathed the words as she slid her hands down to his hips, close to but not directly touching his member.
In retaliation, he slid his hand down her belly, and Thora whimpered, muscles quivering under his touch. Her feet shifted, soft, creamy thighs brushing together. The curls that hid her sex were already glistening with dampness and evidence of her arousal.
Aedan followed her lead, letting his hands drift over her hips and thighs, never touching her sex beyond a gentle brush overthe hair at the edges. Then his thumbs trailed over the damp curls, and Thora whimpered again and shifted closer to him. “Aedan…”
“Put yer hands on me. Wrap one hand around my shaft and let the other slide back tae me bollocks,” he commanded her softly.
“What…”
Aedan slid his hand to cover her mound and massaged gently. “Put yer hands on me.” He stroked his fingers over the upper edge of the lips of her sex, doing some teasing of his own.
Thora’s fingers around his shaft were enough to send a jolt through him, like a shot of alcohol. Her fingers hesitantly stroking the soft skin of his balls made his toes curl and his blood burn. His knees felt weak and he locked them to keep himself steady.
Aedan let out a groan as her hand slid across his shaft, pumping it with a hesitant stroke. “Thora…”
She stroked him again, her hand slow and uncertain at first, but gaining more confidence in each passing stroke. Aedan rocked on his heels, breath hitching as the heat of her hand and the pressure sent waves of pleasure rolling through his system.
In response, he slid his hand lower, to caress her sex before sliding a finger between the moisture-slickened folds. Her body reacted, rocking into his hands as she gasped. Aedan let out agasp of his own as her hand tightened and shifted grip on his shaft.
He slid another finger inside her and pressed his hand deeper. He slid two fingers deep into her core and began moving his hand in a steady rhythm. At least, it was as steady as he could manage, with Thora was sliding her hand around him, her fingers touching and massaging lightly on his manhood and his bollocks both.
The two of them rocked together, pleasuring each other. Aedan slid his free hand up to tease her nipples and Thora gave a soft cry. Her knees weakened, and he supported her as he continued to stroke her.
He could feel himself rising higher and higher, his whole body approaching release far faster than he was used to. Thora’s touch was untutored and unpracticed, but even so astoundingly arousing and stimulating.
He was going to climax soon. He was determined that Thora would find her release first. He slid his thumb into her folds and found the sensitive nub that marked her pleasure center, then stroked it, caressing it with repeated short strokes as his hand slid into her.
