Page 77 of The Icy Highlander's Bride
He swam forward and wrapped his arm around Lana's waist. He kicked harder, struggling to keep them both afloat as he took her lips in a toe-curling kiss. Only then did Lana break awayto splash him with water again. She laughed like a little girl, rushing back to the shallow waters so she could stand up and shove waves in his direction.
"Are ye happy?" Daniel asked. He looked down at the rivulets of water trickling down his bare chest. "Look what ye have done."
Lana smirked at him and tossed her head back, flipping her hair out of her face. "Have I made ye wet?" she asked innocently.
Suddenly, Daniel closed the gap between them. She giggled as he started peppering kisses down her neck. Her shift was soaking wet, leaving little to the imagination, and Daniel admired the outline of her breasts through the fabric.
"The more important question," he whispered. "Is if I can makeyewet."
Her eyes widened at his words, and he knew she understood his intentions. There was excitement in her eyes, and it only egged him on as he kissed further down her neck and ran his hand up to cup her breast through the wet fabric. Lana ran her hands up and down his bare chest as he kissed her.
"Come here," he murmured.
He cupped the nape of her neck as he pulled her face to his own. Her lips parted, and he kissed her even as one of her legs wrapped around his.
"Little minx." He laughed, but she only smirked at him.
Lana wrapped her leg tighter around his and suddenly ground her hips against his own. The thin fabric of her shift did little to hide her soft curves, and he felt a surge of yearning as she pressed herself against him.
Daniel felt far too constricted by his breeches, and he reached down to undo them. Lana's hands followed his own, and she took over, popping each button with an anticipation that only deepened his eagerness.
"Daenae tease me," Daniel begged.
Her hand swept down to brush against his hardness, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
"What do ye mean?" Lana asked, feigning innocence. Her hand cupped him, gently stroking him through the fabric of his breeches.
"Ye ken," Daniel groaned.
He reached between her legs, but instead of pressing against the fabric, he began to bunch up her shift, wanting to feel her bare skin.
Lana followed suit and finished unbuttoning his breeches.
She gasped as his fingers dipped into her warmth. She let the water hold her up and held tight onto Daniel's arms as his fingers began to rub gently against her.
"Well?" he drawled. "Have I made ye wet?"
Lana dropped her head on his shoulder and gently bit it. This elicited a chuckle from him.
"I take that as a yes." He smiled.
Daniel's fingers began to move faster. Lana hitched her leg around his calf, gaining better purchase, and he wrapped an arm around her back to hold her steady. With his other hand, he rubbed up and down as she gasped, her breaths coming faster.
"Daenae stop," she begged.
Lana was eager to feel his skin against her own, and she grabbed her shift so she could pull it up and over her head. She had never swum naked before, and she felt a thrill as the water rippled around her, nearly cradling her.
As she removed her clothes, Daniel pulled away long enough to kick off his breeches. Now they were both naked in the water.
Daniel reached for Lana's breasts, round and waiting for him. He ran his thumbs over her pert nipples, and she couldn't help the soft cries that escaped her lips.
As one hand continued its assault, the other ran down the soft curve of her stomach to the apex of her thighs. He slid his fingers in and out of her as his mouth plundered her own, his long and hard manhood against her hip.
"That's right," he whispered as she whimpered.
Lana dug her fingers into Daniel's back as a warm glow began to build deep in her belly. She relaxed into Daniel's arm and threw her head back, tipping her face up to the warm sun overhead.
His pace increased, and she began rocking her hips against his hand, losing herself in the sensation. Daniel lowered his head to her breast and took her nipple into his mouth. His tongue traced circles around her bud as his fingers rubbed insistently between her legs.
