Page 43 of The Highlander's Dare
“I’m supposed to.” She led him to the tub, stripping him out of his clothes while he stood helpless to stop her, and not wanting to at all.
Then she gave him her back, and he helped her out of her clothes until they were both standing nude before each other.
“The tub is not big enough for us both,” he said. “Ye go first, and I’ll wash ye.”
She agreed and climbed into the tub, shivering as the water slipped up over her skin. Graham used a small ball of scented soap to wash her skin, sliding his hands over her curves and dips, his fingers between her thighs. Her head fell back, and she moaned as he circled the little nub of pleasure, unable to help himself. He captured her mouth in a heated kiss as he massaged her sex until she cried out against his mouth.
“Your turn,” she said, climbing from the tub, her skin flushed red from pleasure.
Graham eagerly replaced where she’d been in the water and leaned back as she worked her soapy hands all over his body. His cock jutted from the water, demanding attention, and she gave it to him. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she worked him up and down, until he stood up abruptly out of the water, the need to plant himself inside her strong.
But before he could lift his leg over the rim of the tub, his defiant wee lass dropped to her knees in front of him and took him into her mouth.
Graham’s knees nearly buckled at the shock of her tongue and the warm cavern of her mouth on his sensitive flesh.
“Clara…” he groaned.
This was an act they’d not yet tried, and she’d gone into it eagerly, unabashedly, and good God… she was magnificent.
Graham threaded his fingers in her hair, his eyes closing, head falling back until he could take the torment no more. He tugged her away from him, climbed from the tub, and lifted her into the air, her legs wrapping around his hips as he carried her to the bed.
Their mouths clashed together, her arms around his shoulders, and as they fell to the surface of the mattress, he entered her body in one swift move. They both cried out as he buried himself into her, his body pressing her firmly down, and she wrapping herself around him.
With practiced ease and passion, they came together, their bodies colliding over and over until they were both crying out in release.
As they lay together in bed, his soon-to-be wife wrapped in his arms, Graham knew this was the right place to be. Propriety and superstitions be damned. When he was with Clara, he felt whole, and it would be a torment to be away from her.
They made love throughout the night. And in the morning, they both woke to make love one more time before cleaning themselves up and preparing for their wedding. Clara was giddy with excitement. Though they’d declared themselves to each other over and over again, today would be the day that they did so in front of one and all. It would be official—she would be his wife. In the great hall, the women presented Clara with a crown of wildflowers that she placed on her head.
Hand in hand, they walked to the kirk, giddy like two adolescents about to make their dreams come true. The clan had gathered, cheering them on the way to the kirk. And as they stood before each other repeating their vows, another cheer went up at the back of the crowd, catching their attention.
Cormac and Isolde rode into the bailey, smiles on their faces. But perhaps the best part of that reunion was when Pip and Alan spotted each other. They ran toward one another as though they’d been separated by years and not a matter of weeks. Alan bent down to his knees, and Pip leapt up into his arms, licking him all over his face.
“’Tis about time ye arrived,” Graham called to his brother.
“At least one of us will witness the vows of the other,” Cormac replied, leaping from his horse. He took down his bride, and they joined Graham and Clara, standing as witnesses as they continued their vows.
Finally, they arrived at Graham’s favorite part—the kiss.
Hands around Clara’s waist, he tugged her close, then dipped her backward over his arm, and claimed her mouth in a carnal, possessive kiss that left him hard and wanting. She shivered in his arms, and he knew her body was answering the call, but they had to wait just a little bit longer, for he’d set up a surprise for his bride.
“Come, one and all, for I’ve got a surprise for my wife!” Graham led them down to the beach, where the waves crashed against the shore and birds called overhead.
Set up beside each other, several dozen paces away, were two targets and pressed into the sand at their feet were bows and arrows.
“Are you going to undress?” Clara teased, joy creasing the corners of her eyes.
“Only if ye do,” he taunted back.
Cormac interrupted. “Please, the both of ye, remain clothed for our sakes.”
Graham tilted his head back and laughed. “I’ve invited ye all here to watch my lovely wife kick my arse in archery practice.”
Clara gave a mocking gasp. “Why, Graham, you’ve never seen me shoot. I could have only been jesting about knowing what to do.”
“And I could have been jesting about being terrible.” He winked at her, a challenge in his grin that she matched.
They raced to pick up their bows, knocking their arrows and taking aim. They both hit the bullseye on the target, the first, second and third time. On the fourth shot, Clara knocked two arrows and hit not only her center target but his as well. That sent up a deafening cheer, and Cormac declared her the winner.
