Page 62 of Awoken
Leaning over the bed, Leanna gently shook him. “Sorry, Ross … it’s yer turn.”
His eyes flickered open, their midnight blue depths focusing upon her. “Did I fall asleep?” he croaked.
“Aye,” Leanna replied with a smile. “Go on … before the water cools.”
With a pained groan, he rolled off the bed, cast her a rueful look, and padded behind the screen. Moments later Leanna heard splashes as he started to wash.
Drying her hair as best she could, Leanna hung up the linen cloth over the back of a chair. Then, yawning, she stretched out upon the bed. The straw-filled mattress was surprisingly firm and comfortable, the linen soft. It felt as if she was lying upon a cloud.
The moment Leanna’s head hit the pillow, her eyes fluttered shut, and sleep took her.
She awoke much later, rising from sleep like a swimmer emerging from deep water. Softness and comfort surrounded her, yet she was aware of a strong, warm male body pressed against her back—and of a hand that lazily stroked her thigh.
Leanna stirred with a soft moan.
“Are ye awake, mo leannan?” Ross murmured, his breath feathering against her ear.
Leanna gave a slow, languorous stretch. “I am now … what time is it?”
“Very late … we’ve both been asleep for a while.”
“I don’t even remember ye coming to bed.”
“That’s because ye were snoring away when I’d finished washing.”
Leanna stiffened. “I don’t snore.”
His soft laugh made pleasure shiver down her neck. “Aye, ye do … just softly. Don’t worry, I like it.”
Leanna rolled over to face him. “Idon’tsnore.”
He was grinning now. “Ye do … like a wee pup.” He reached out then, his fingers tracing the line of her hip and thigh through the thin material of her léine. “An adorable sound.”
Leanna glared at him a moment longer, before the sensation of his warm hand distracted her. His touch glided over her hip, and up to the dip of her waist. She was aware then, that Ross was naked. The fire behind him had died to glowing embers, casting a soft red light over his skin.
Leanna’s pulse accelerated, and her mouth went dry. “Lord … ye are a feast for the eyes,” she murmured, boldly letting her gaze travel down the length of him.
“Am I?” he asked, a laugh in his voice.
Leanna raised an eyebrow. Surely, he was trawling for compliments now. “I imagine women have told ye that?”
“One or two, perhaps,” he replied softly, “but such an observation from ye means much more.”
Leanna gave a snort. “Ye are insufferably arrogant.”
His grin softened. “Hopefully, ye don’t find that too off-putting?”
“Luckily for ye, I don’t,” Leanna replied. Reaching out, she traced her fingertips down his chest to the toned muscles of his belly. Her breath caught when she noted how his shaft hardened in response, and without hesitating, or questioning her bold behavior, she reached down and took him in hand.
Ross gasped. “Gently now, mo leannan.” He reached down then and guided her hand, showing her how to fist him, how to glide her hand up and down the length of his shaft, increasing the pressure just slightly beneath the swollen tip. And when Leanna had mastered the action, he rolled onto his back with a groan. His eyes shut, and a nerve flickered in his cheek. “That’s right,” he breathed.
Watching him, Leanna felt heat pool in her loins, and the sensitive skin between her thighs started to ache. She loved seeing him like this, loved having this much control over his pleasure.
After a few more lazy strokes, she released his shaft and sat up.
Ross’s eyes flickered open, and he watched her under hooded lids as she wriggled out of her léine.
“Ye are lovely,” he murmured, his hot gaze raking down the length of her. “A fae maiden all of my own.”
