for him, the want inside her, doubled. “Will you come to me tonight, my liege?”
He clasped her ass and pushed her against him. She leaned forward and stole a kiss. “Why wait until tonight.”
Kenzie grinned, having not thought of that, but, in trews it wouldn’t be as easy as it would’ve been had she worn a dress. “What if ye men catch us? I’m in pants. It’s not like I can just shuffle my dress back down and hide what we’re about.”
His fingers clenched against her trews before sliding one of his hands and clasping her sex at the front. Kenzie gasped, having not expected that.
His eyes darkened. “Ye make me want ye so much, lass.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” she said, stifling a moan when he played with her through her pants. “God, I want you,” she said, breathless. Her climax was quick, and she wrapped her arms about his neck and enjoyed what his touch did to her.
She slumped against him, and it was some time before she gathered her wits. She kissed him and reveled in his lustful gaze. “Now I need to swim to cool off.”
Ben helped her stand before, silently, he untied his sporran and kilt, lifting his shirt over his head and throwing it on the grassy bank. Then with a grin, he jumped feet first into the water.
He came up gasping. “’Tis freezing, lass. Come in,” he said, laughing.
Kenzie was already undressing before she too jumped in, coming up beside him. “You’re not wrong about that!” she laughed, wrapping her arms about Ben’s neck. He walked her to the side of the stream and pushed her against the bank. Kenzie wrapped her legs about his hips and grinned. “What are you going to do with me now?” she teased.
He slid inside her, and she moaned, throwing her head back against the grass. “That feels so good, Ben.” He fit her like a glove, knew what she enjoyed and what she liked. Was able to pleasure her with very little effort at all.
Ben gave little regard to being gentle and took her desperately. Not that she minded being fucked, for this was exactly what he was doing and doing it so well that she wanted more, so much more.
“When I saw ye in your trews this morn, I’ve been thinking of nothing but how to rid ye of them.” He kissed her hard, and she pulled him tighter against her, the coiling of pleasure getting tighter and tighter before he moaned and came hard, pumping into her with little care.
It was delicious.
They stayed like that for a time, before Ben stilled in her arms. He pulled out, his face devoid of color. “Wash yeself, lass.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Quickly now. Do as I say.”
“What are ye talking about. Why?” Kenzie did as he asked. What with the thunderous look on his face she’d not do anything else, but what was going on? “What’s wrong, Ben?”
He reached between her legs and helped clean her, and she pushed him away. “Stop. What are you doing?” Kenzie cleaned herself some more before it hit her what he was doing and why. “You came inside me. Is that what this is about?”
“Damn it,” he swore, glaring off toward the rivers bank. “I’m sorry, lass. ’Twas a mistake that I’ll not repeat again.” He mumbled something inaudible, before looking at her with such a lost expression her heart went out to him. “I’ve put ye at risk.”
“Ben, it’s unlikely I’ll fall pregnant. As a modern woman from the twenty-first century, I know when the fertile time of my cycle is, and it was two or more weeks ago. You’re panicking for nothing.” Kenzie finished washing herself and stepped from the water, leaving Ben staring after her. She shook out her clothes and started to fight getting into her pants since she was still wet. “You’re worrying about nothing.”
“Ye will not have my children.”
The words stung, and she quickly slid on her shirt and coat. “Thanks for ruining what was otherwise a memorable experience.” Kenzie scrambled up the river’s edge and heard Ben exit the water hard on her heels. He caught up to her on the top of the bank.
“I have my heir, I’m not looking to have any more. If ye think I’m angry at ye, lass I’m not. I’m angry at myself for losing my control, my wits, when I’m around ye.”
His words went some way in placating her, but it wasn’t enough. Not quite.