Honor of a Scottish Warrior by Sky Purington

Author:Sky Purington [Purington, Sky]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

NIALL PURPOSEFULLY DID not look at Nicole as he yanked off his boots, whipped aside his plaid and strode into the water. “Come, lass. If there’s one thing you need to learn about being a warrior ‘tis that you should always bathe after battling.”

“Here we go again with this,” she said.

“Aye.” He turned and eyed her once he was waist deep. “The salt is healing. You need to wash.”

“Kjar already healed me.” Yet her eyes stayed on his chest as she started working at the ties of her dress. “But you’re right. Not cool to sleep with blood on us.”

Niall dipped beneath the water but didn't stay there long. He meant to keep drawing her in then he meant to take her again. And again.

“You’ve got that look in your eyes,” she complained even as she worked faster at her ties while simultaneously trying to peel off her boots.

“I dinnae ken this look ye speak of,” he said, thickening his accent because he liked the affect it had on her.

“Uh huh,” she muttered and made a sloppy mess out of getting her clothes off before she strode into the water.

He had already warmed it so instead of sloshing in the arctic chill of the Norwegian Sea she instead enjoyed a temperature closer to the Caribbean’s.

“Oooh,” she exclaimed. Her nipples tightened to mouth-watering points as her flesh met both the warm water and icy air.

Though tempted to yank her into his arms, he instead lowered into the water and floated. The waves were rough, but he quelled them just enough. Not so much that she could find balance, of course. No, he intended to be her balance one way or another.

When she got deep enough, he held out his hand. “Dip beneath then let me show you something.”

“C’mon, don’t be that obvious,” she said as she ignored his hand and sunk before surfacing.

He curled his fingers. “It’s not what you think.”

Nicole hesitated but not as long as he figured she would before her hand slid into his. Niall pulled her close, put his hands on her waist and strode a few steps until she was between two juts of rock. Then he pushed her back against the cave wall until she grabbed the rock on either side.

“Have ye got a hold, lass?” he murmured, sorely tempted to take her right now.

When she wrapped her arms over either side and gasped, “Yes,” he pulled away.

Niall made his way to the next indentation and wrapped his arms over either side as well before his eyes went to hers. “So you've got a good hold, aye?”

She flung her head a little when wet hair flopped in her eye. “Yeah, why?”

“You’ll see. Hold on tight.” Niall murmured a chant. “From the gods of the ocean I thank ye, might your waves once more be. Oceanus a diis gratias agite undas iterum vestri erunt.”

Nicole yelped with pleasure when the waves swelled to what they should be and the ocean frothed and swayed beyond their alcoves.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, eyes almost child-like as she swayed gently and laughed.

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