arguing every point I make, you’re less vile yourself.”
She flicked water on his face, and he pulled her up to straddle him. Her eyes widened when he slid against her core, teasing them both for what was to come. She tipped up his face with a finger and caught his gaze. “What we’re doing here changes nothing. You know I can’t stay, don’t you?”
“Aye, I do.”
“And you’re all right with that? I mean, doesn’t it go against your principles to be with a woman and not marry her?”
Sliding his hand up her back, he pulled her close. “You’re not like all women. And secondly, I’ve been with plenty of women before and not married them.” She studied him for a moment, her features not giving anything away. He didn’t want to delve into the reason he wanted to know every thought she possessed, her ideals and beliefs. Or why the thought of her leaving left him a little panicked.
“I’m portraying a guest of yours, so this will have to remain a secret. No one can know what we’re doing together.”
He grinned. “Are ye saying this is going to continue?” Hell, he hoped so. Just the thought of stolen moments with this lass set his blood to burn. The castle had a lot of different places built for such trysts. She’d never be safe from him.
“I hope it does.” Her teeth bit her bottom lip, and he stifled a groan. He pushed against her, her hands threading at his nape. “I think I could get used to this type of pleasure quite quickly,” she said.
Lifting her, he guided her upon him. She fit him perfectly, her body clamping around him like a vise. They both moaned as he took her mouth in a powerful kiss, their tongues mimicking their bodies. He helped her to ride him hard and deep, not allowing either of them the time to breathe.
She pulled at his hair, her fingers scoring his skull, and he loved it. She leaned over him in the tub, riding him, taking his mouth as she pleased. He lost himself in her golden brown eyes; eyes that pulled him into her soul and beckoned him to stay there forever. Heat rushed to his groin and pleasure exploded between them as she rode him to orgasm, taking her pleasure without reserve.
He panted, his breaths coming in quick succession and still he hadn’t had enough of her. The word “trouble” floated through his mind, and he smiled.
If Abigail Cross was trouble, then he was going to get himself into a lot of it.
Chapter 12
Abby didn’t think watching men throw a tree trunk could be so alluring, and yet, seeing Aedan’s muscles flex, the strain on his body, reminded her of the night before. Of him above her, enjoying her as much as she’d savored him.
She sighed and received a curious look from Gwen. She smiled, not wanting to tell anyone of their affair. Wanting to keep the dirty, delicious little secret all to herself. She may be stuck in medieval Scotland, but she was definitely having a little fun while here. And last night had been very amusing, lots of times.
In the small hours of the morning, they’d agreed their affair was just a little entertainment, a way in which two people who found themselves attracted to one another could relieve some stress, enjoy each other’s company. Have lots of hot sex.
This type of relationship would at least make what little time she had left here easier to bear. With the implant in her arm, she was covered from getting pregnant, and although there weren’t any condoms available to use, Aedan had assured her he had no illness. It was a risk, and one she wouldn’t normally take, but with Aedan, all bets were off. She may go to hell for it, but she wanted him. Her attraction wasn’t going to be denied any longer, and all she could hope was that he was as healthy as he seemed.
Gwen sidled up next to her and sat. “You’re happy today. Do tell me the Highlands have finally wrapped around ye soul and held ye captive.”
Only the Highlander on the field, laughing and taking pleasure in the competition, was holding her captive. “I must admit I am having a good time. I may even thank you for it one day.”
Gwen laughed. “And I’ll gladly say you’re welcome.”
Another competitor took the wooden pole and started to jiggle it in his arms, trying to find a comfortable position