Her Highland Hero by Terry Spear

Author:Terry Spear [Spear, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Highland
Published: 2014-06-29T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Marcus helped Isobel out of her garments, though he was not a practiced lady’s maid and he had a lot to learn. He was trying hard not to pull her hair or fumble with her ties, and he felt like a green lad.

She smiled up at him, her expression lighthearted and affectionate, just the way he loved for her to be. She pulled at his tunic and gave a little tug.

“Your bath first, lass. If I strip out of my clothes first, you will never have your bath.”

She chuckled wickedly and helped him with removing her clothes. And then, naked, her hair covering her breasts, the rest of her skin bare to him, she seemed a wee bit shy, as she quickly climbed into the bathwater. It was a small bath, only one person could fit in, and he was wondering if one of his men could create something larger for two to bathe in when he returned to his keep.

He took the cloth from her that she had started to use to wash her arms, the water high on her chest, her long hair floating on top of the water, some of it wet enough to cling to her breasts. He started to wash her back as she pulled her hair forward and she leaned over a bit.

“You are beautiful, Isobel,” he said, his voice already turning husky with need. Just the sight of her naked, the desire to brush the hair away from her breasts, to see the dusky nipples that he’d barely glimpsed, peeking between strands of her silky hair.

“You are also,” she said.

He smiled at her declaration, no woman having ever said that about him, though only Isobel’s comment would have interested him.

Then he washed her hair with the soap Edana had left for them. Once he was finished with Isobel’s hair, he swept the cloth across her breasts. She leaned back against the tub, closed her eyes, and purred.

He was done in, his groin tightening with need, his blood hot with desire. He slid the cloth over her breasts again, his hand feeling her nipples grow erect, as he paused to enjoy them. He couldn’t touch her and see her like this without wanting her with rampant longing.

Then he ran the cloth lower, over her legs and pushed them apart to see her dark curly hair at the apex of her thighs and washed there.

“Ahh,” she groaned and started to rise from the tub. He quickly dropped the wet cloth and grabbed a much larger one to dry her. He wanted to wrap her in it and carry her to the bed, but he needed to wash the dirt and mud off himself from all the traveling through the wet region before he joined her there.

He helped her out of the tub and guided her to sit by the fire. “I will wash up quickly and then we will retire so you willna catch your death.”

“Aye, hurry.” She looked sweetly at him, her skin so soft and clean.

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