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believe her eyes when Shamus started disrobing. "What are you about?" she asked.
"I'm needing a wee swim. The cold water will… feel good. At home, I swim often in one of the three lochs that converge at Teasairg."
Although she knew she should not watch him in the faint light, she could not look away. When he tossed down his last garment—his shirt—and stood naked, she could not believe how the moonlight glanced off his broad shoulders and the muscles of his arms and legs. Before she could discern any more detail, he waded into the loch and took off swimming.
Ruairi lifted his head, water dripping from his mouth, and perked his ears at Shamus.
"He is mad, is he not?" she whispered.
Shamus swam back and forth across the center of the small loch twice. Heavens, he had endurance, and she was glad to see his shoulder was well recovered. Obviously, he was a tough Highlander. She had a wild urge to jump in herself, but she was not such a strong swimmer.
He ducked beneath the water in the center of the loch and all went still. Where had he gone? Was he well? She scarce dared to breathe.
With a splash, he broke the surface close in front of her, startling both her and Ruairi. The horse jerked his head and snorted.
"Blast you," she muttered and tried to breathe normally again.
He chuckled, then strode onto shore where he'd left his clothes a few yards away. He flung back his hair and observed her for a long moment in the dimness. The intimate areas of his body were in shadow, but the silhouette of his lean muscular form, his broad shoulders, trim hips, and strong thighs, did strange things to her. Made her feel warm and tingly inside.
Slowly, silently, he moved toward her. What was he about?
Chapter Eight
Shamus placed his wet hand against Maili's jaw and neck, drawing her to him. Shivers raced over her. He kissed her long and deep, with such passion she grew lightheaded. Though the rest of him was cool, his mouth was hot. She held onto his wet, slick skin, but her knees grew weak as her instincts urged her to submit to him. Give him what he craved, for 'twas the same thing she craved.
The strong feeling that he was her man, her husband, and her soul mate burst through her.
"Shamus."
When he released her and drew away, she wanted to protest. But after grabbing his clothes, he lifted her into his arms and carried her up the hill. Among the standing stones, he lay her down on a soft, sheltered, grassy spot between the bushes.
"I want you, Maili," he whispered in a desperate tone, placing kisses down her neck. "I don't ken why but…"
"Aye," she urged. You are mine, Shamus. She wanted to tell him, but feared her words might cause him to stop.
"I don't wish to hurt you," he said, unbuckling the belt of her arisaid .
She shook her head. "You won't."
Oh, aye, she wanted out of her clothing. She wanted to feel his bare skin against hers. The wind had calmed here among the stones and her skin felt as if it were burning.
He tugged the clothing from her body and laid her upon his plaid. The water had dried from his skin and it felt warm and seductive sliding against hers. His hair was still wet and droplets from it cooled her face.
He kissed her, drugging her as a love potion might. His stone hard shaft pressed against her thigh. She had never felt anything so arousing. She shifted, turning toward him so she could feel his hard length pressing against her lower belly. She gave in to the urge and thrust her hips against his, yearning for him with a breathless ache.
" Och ! Maili." He spread her thighs and settled between, then pulled her knee up beside his hip. He kissed her again, slow and deep. All the while the ache for him intensified. He moved down and brushed his warm lips over her breast, then drew the hard tip into his mouth. Good heavens, she had never felt anything so enticing. Combing her fingers through his damp hair and holding his head, she arched her body to him, offering him more. She became desperate
"I'm needing a wee swim. The cold water will… feel good. At home, I swim often in one of the three lochs that converge at Teasairg."
Although she knew she should not watch him in the faint light, she could not look away. When he tossed down his last garment—his shirt—and stood naked, she could not believe how the moonlight glanced off his broad shoulders and the muscles of his arms and legs. Before she could discern any more detail, he waded into the loch and took off swimming.
Ruairi lifted his head, water dripping from his mouth, and perked his ears at Shamus.
"He is mad, is he not?" she whispered.
Shamus swam back and forth across the center of the small loch twice. Heavens, he had endurance, and she was glad to see his shoulder was well recovered. Obviously, he was a tough Highlander. She had a wild urge to jump in herself, but she was not such a strong swimmer.
He ducked beneath the water in the center of the loch and all went still. Where had he gone? Was he well? She scarce dared to breathe.
With a splash, he broke the surface close in front of her, startling both her and Ruairi. The horse jerked his head and snorted.
"Blast you," she muttered and tried to breathe normally again.
He chuckled, then strode onto shore where he'd left his clothes a few yards away. He flung back his hair and observed her for a long moment in the dimness. The intimate areas of his body were in shadow, but the silhouette of his lean muscular form, his broad shoulders, trim hips, and strong thighs, did strange things to her. Made her feel warm and tingly inside.
Slowly, silently, he moved toward her. What was he about?
Chapter Eight
Shamus placed his wet hand against Maili's jaw and neck, drawing her to him. Shivers raced over her. He kissed her long and deep, with such passion she grew lightheaded. Though the rest of him was cool, his mouth was hot. She held onto his wet, slick skin, but her knees grew weak as her instincts urged her to submit to him. Give him what he craved, for 'twas the same thing she craved.
The strong feeling that he was her man, her husband, and her soul mate burst through her.
"Shamus."
When he released her and drew away, she wanted to protest. But after grabbing his clothes, he lifted her into his arms and carried her up the hill. Among the standing stones, he lay her down on a soft, sheltered, grassy spot between the bushes.
"I want you, Maili," he whispered in a desperate tone, placing kisses down her neck. "I don't ken why but…"
"Aye," she urged. You are mine, Shamus. She wanted to tell him, but feared her words might cause him to stop.
"I don't wish to hurt you," he said, unbuckling the belt of her arisaid .
She shook her head. "You won't."
Oh, aye, she wanted out of her clothing. She wanted to feel his bare skin against hers. The wind had calmed here among the stones and her skin felt as if it were burning.
He tugged the clothing from her body and laid her upon his plaid. The water had dried from his skin and it felt warm and seductive sliding against hers. His hair was still wet and droplets from it cooled her face.
He kissed her, drugging her as a love potion might. His stone hard shaft pressed against her thigh. She had never felt anything so arousing. She shifted, turning toward him so she could feel his hard length pressing against her lower belly. She gave in to the urge and thrust her hips against his, yearning for him with a breathless ache.
" Och ! Maili." He spread her thighs and settled between, then pulled her knee up beside his hip. He kissed her again, slow and deep. All the while the ache for him intensified. He moved down and brushed his warm lips over her breast, then drew the hard tip into his mouth. Good heavens, she had never felt anything so enticing. Combing her fingers through his damp hair and holding his head, she arched her body to him, offering him more. She became desperate
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