Page 48 of Katie's Highlander (Highland Protector 3)
“Yes, m’lady.” He straightened on the stool, shifted his feet wider apart, and pulled her close between his knees. He looked up at her and smiled. “D’ye no’ think this would be much nicer if ye removed yer shift?” He gave her the most innocent look he could muster. “I dinna wish it t’get wet.”
Barefoot and more tempting in the simple linen shift than any woman he’d e’er encountered, Katie ignored him, intent on soaping his shoulders.
Ramsay cupped her bottom in both hands and squeezed.
Katie paused in her sudsing of his torso. With one blond brow arched, she feigned a scolding tone. “Don’t want to get it wet, huh? I now have a pair of very large wet handprints on my ass, thank you very much.”
“Then we’d best get this off ye so ye can hang it to dry.” In one smooth motion, Ramsay took hold of the narrow shoulder straps of the thin chemise and shimmied the garment down her body into a creamy white puddle at her feet. “Much better,” he murmured with a nibbling kiss up her warm smooth belly.
“Patience, sir.” Katie pushed him back, stepped out of the shift, and padded across the room and hung it over the window ledge.
Ramsay nearly lost the ability to breathe as she slowly returned to him, naked and unashamed. Her ivory skin shimmered gold in the candlelight and the light dusting of nearly translucent hair on her arms and legs made her look as though she’d been dipped in liquid fire. The temptation of her nipples shone as rose-coppered tips on the breasts he intended to fondle and taste as soon as she came within reach. He rose from the stool in anticipation.
She stopped within a few feet of him and grinned. “Your top half is all slick and soapy. Don’t we need to rinse you before we pursue what I see in your eyes?”
Before she could react, Ramsay lunged forward and grabbed her, sliding her tight against him. “I believe I prefer ye to the washin’ rag.” Holding her snug in one arm, he scooped up a handful of water and dribbled it between them.
Grabbing his ass and giving him a teasing grind of her hips, Katie doubled his determination by rubbing her now soapy breasts back and forth across his chest. She nibbled her lower lip across his as she spoke in a seductive whisper. “Public service announcement: we need to rinse. I’m not keen on finding out if soapwort burns in sensitive places.”
“Fair point, lass.” He didna wish any fiery revelations hitting at the most inopportune moment either. “Join me in the tub, aye?”
Brow furrowed and awhat are you up to nowlook in her eyes, Katie nodded toward the paneled wall leading to the small room handily nestled between the lady of the keep’s chambers and the high chieftain’s. “The big tub? In the anteroom?”
“Aye.” Ramsay nodded as he grabbed up two of the remaining unused buckets of water waiting on the floor. “Get the other bucket, aye? And then open the panel.”
Scooping a pile of fresh linens up in one arm, Katie grabbed the last bucket of water and sloshed a bit in her haste to reach the anteroom. Stepping back a bit, she activated the secret opening with a well-placed kicking thud.
Such a fine arse.Ramsay licked his lips as a stray river of sudsy bubbles shimmied down the small of Katie’s back, detoured at the mouthwatering dimple in the top of her left arse cheek, then picked up momentum and rushed down the back of her leg.Aye. The big tub for hurried rinsing and then the fine curve of the bench with the high spindled ends—the perfect height to bend Katie over.
He groaned under his breath as she bent in front of him to set the bucket and linens on the floor. The look she gave him as she hurried back into her rooms for a burning candle to ignite the pair of torches flanking the hearth made him groan louder. “Yer killin’ me, woman.”
After placing the candlestick on the mantel, Katie held on to the side of the tub with one hand as she stepped inside it then motioned him forward with the other. “Get over here, then. This cool metal doesn’t feel half bad after today’s heat.”
Ramsay hurried forward with the buckets of water, set them down beside the others, then fetched an empty tankard from a nearby table.
“Thirsty?”
“Only for yerself, lass.” Ramsay scooped up a tankard full of water and trickled it down Katie’s front, envious of the streaming water sweeping the suds down her curves. He leaned forward and sucked the water droplets from her nipples.
Her fingers tightened in his hair and she rose to the balls of her feet, cradling his head as he nuzzled her breasts. Finally, she broke free and took the tankard, filled it with water, and poured it across his soapy chest. Her unblinking gaze locked on his, she let the tankard drop to the floor. She caught handfuls of the bubbles sliding down his body then slid his tightening scrotum into her left hand while she soaped his cock with the right.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered, eyes half closed as she pumped, making him rock to and fro with every stroke. “Thorough rinsing coming. Promise.” She teased him with a nipping kiss on his bottom lip then gave him a wicked smile. “I don’t like the taste of soap.” True to her heavenly words, she picked up one of the nearly full buckets and with infuriatingly slow care, poured the water over him until no trace of soap remained.
“Yer a wee vixen, ye are.” Ramsay nearly lost his balance when Katie slid her way down his torso and sucked him hard and deep on her way down to set the bucket on the floor outside the tub. “Lore a’mighty, woman.” He laced his fingers in her hair and held on for dear life as Katie pumped in place, sucking him in then out whilst the entire time, palming his bollocks and squeezing his arse.
“I canna take much more,” he finally confessed with a groan.
“Then what say you we retire to that bench over there and I can sit in your lap like I did in the garden?” she suggested as she climbed her way back up his body.
His earlier fantasy of bending his dear wife over the end of the bench and hammering into her from behind until she cried out his name fresh in his mind, Ramsay smoothed his hands down her back, snugged them up tight under the cheeks of her arse, and picked her up. Katie urged him on by wrapping her legs around him and squeezing.
“A fine idea, dear wife. That shall be the first of many positions tonight, aye?” By the wicked glint in her eyes, he knew Katie was in the mood for adventure.
“First of many?”
“Oh, aye,” he assured her in the most serious tone he could muster considering the circumstances. Slowly, he lowered them both to the bench, enjoying every nuance of Katie’s expressions as he slid her down onto his cock then adjusted their positions to ensure he was buried to the hilt. As he cupped both her breasts, she started a slow rocking motion, back and forth, her eyes closed. Ramsay trailed his fingers down, starting at the base of her throat, tickling down between her breasts, then ended at her engorged clit and stayed there.
“I love it when you do that,” she said in a breathy groan, rocking faster as he stroked.
