Page 35 of Forgotten Secrets (Secrets of the Heart 4)

“Oh,” he said, sadly realizing she had no intention of doing anything other than keeping him company. He supposed it was better this way. “If you insist,” he said, eager to get in the water so she wouldn’t see his hardened manhood poking at his breeches. In one fluid motion, he undressed and entered the tub, slipping down below the surface.

Morag couldn’t help herself. She peeked over her shoulder to see the bare backside of Bedivere as he stepped into the tub. His body had no fat, but pure muscles. He was long and lean and his naked back end looked enticing. And when he raised his leg to step into the tub, she saw his engorged manhood, straight as an arrow. She gasped, glad he had dunked under the water or he would have heard her and known she had spied. It was clear to her now that Bedivere wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Grabbing the bottle of wine, she headed over to the tub just as Bedivere emerged, spouting water at her, hitting her in the eye.

“Ye cur!” Squinting one eye, Morag hit him with her free hand. But his hands shot out to grab her. She squirmed to get away, but her hair hung over her eyes, blocking her view. Almost dropping the wine, she twisted her body, slipping and falling into the tub with a splash.

As she held the bottle over her head, he took it from her and smiled. “You didn’t even spill a drop. Thank you.”

“Look what ye did!” she shouted.

“Shhh.” He held a finger to her lips and glanced back at the door. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us.”

“Look what ye did,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

“Me?” He had the audacity to laugh at her. “I did nothing. That was all you.”

Having fallen over his lap, Morag put her hand into the water to push herself up. But when she did, she accidentally touched his erection.

“Keep that up and we’ll be making love in the water before you have a chance to scream again.”

She was about to protest to his absurd suggestion, but when he brushed back a lock of her wet hair and gazed into her eyes, her actions stilled. And when he leaned over and kissed her, she felt her body tremble with excitement and anticipation. Morag knew it was wrong to make love with a man before they were married. But they were betrothed and Lady Ernestine said they’d be married before she chose the earl’s successor. That was only a sennight away. Mayhap, it didn’t matter after all.

“Kiss me again,” she said, but he didn’t. Instead, he took a swig of wine and let out a deep breath.

“Morag, there is something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

“Give me some wine,” she said, grabbing the bottle and chugging some down, trying to calm her nerves. If she was going to do this, she needed to be relaxed so it wouldn’t hurt. She had ears and heard from her sister and cousins what it was like to be bedded by a man. They said it might hurt the first time but afterwards it was very pleasurable, indeed. She wanted to feel that same pleasure.

“Slow down,” he said, taking the bottle from her, reaching back and placing it on the floor. “You keep that up and you’re going to do something you’ll regret.”

“Nay, I’ll never regret anythin’ that has to do with lovin’ ye.” She brashly reached up and pulled Bedivere’s face to hers and kissed him passionately, using her tongue the way she heard pleased a man. She wanted to pleasure her future husband now, and later after the wedding as well.

“Stop it, Morag. I am trying to talk to you.” He pushed her away and she didn’t understand his actions.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, wondering if she had done something wrong.

“We can’t do this.”

“Why no’?”

“Because it’s not right.”

“Ah, ye’re right. I see the problem.”

It pained Bedivere to have to push Morag away when he wanted her so badly. Still, he couldn’t take her virginity under false pretenses. He didn’t plan on going through with the wedding, even if he did have feelings for her. He had to tell her the truth about him, and that is just what he planned to do.

But then the little Vixen surprised him once again. Right when he thought she was getting out of the tub, she stood up and started untying the laces of her bodice, looking at him in lust.

“M-Morag. What are you doing?”

“I ken why ye said we couldna make love like this. It’s because I need to remove my clothes first.”

“Nay, that’s not what I meant.” He held out his hand to stop her, but she plopped down her bodice over his arm and, in one motion, lifted her tunic over her head.

“What did ye mean, then?” she asked, standing in the tub half-naked.

He couldn’t answer because his eyes were fastened to her perky bare breasts with her nipples standing at attention like soldiers. All sense left his head and it was as if he had forgotten how to speak.

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