The Scot's Secret - Cecelia Mecca Page 0,63
hand toward her as if the layers of clothing didn’t exist. He was going to touch her. There!
“Alex, I’m not sure—”
“I am, lass. And there’s only one way to fix it.”
With that, he placed his hand over the most intimate part of her. This time he didn’t merely press a palm against her—he actually pushed his finger inside. For a moment, she was frozen with shock, but then he began to move, pressing his hand against her as he thrust his finger in and out, and pleasure coursed through her.
He watched her face and she stared right back. He swallowed, lifting his chin just slightly as his hand began to move faster still. She couldn’t hold his gaze. Clara closed her eyes and tilted her head back.
“Please.” She wanted more.
He gave it to her.
Her breaths were coming quicker and quicker, and a shudder escaped from her shoulders and made its way down to where his hand wrought the most exquisite feelings she’d ever experienced in her life.
As the pleasure coursing through her continued to build, she tried to get even closer. She pressed into him, a moan escaping. She didn’t care. She just wanted. . .
That!
When the shudder came this time, it started from the inside and worked its way across her entire body. She cried out, holding on to him for fear of crumpling to the sand below. She pulsed around him, and Alex refused to let her go. His hand stayed where it was until she opened her eyes.
His smile started small and then grew into the most devilishly handsome grin.
“Was I right?”
He pulled his hand away, and she immediately mourned its loss. Her skirts fell back around her, and Alex pulled the laces of her surcoat back together.
“You self-assured—”
“Passionate.”
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
Still grinning, he tied her stays as expertly as if he’d done it more than once before.
“Sensual,” he ventured.
She shook her head.
“Nay, that’s not quite right either.”
Finishing, he stood back and crossed his arms.
“Accomplished. I believe what you meant to say is accomplished.”
She shook her head, unable to stop smiling.
And then he began to unlace the top of his trewes.
“What are you doing?”
His hands froze. “If your female sensibilities will be offended, now is the time to look away.”
She didn’t want to turn, but it felt like the right thing to do. So she did. And when she heard the splash a few moments later, she promptly turned back.
“Oh!”
He was walking into the water, and Clara had a very clear view of his backside. The man was utterly perfect. His back, his legs and. . . she didn’t want to stop staring at his buttocks.
Oblivious to her gaze, he continued to move into the water until he was waist deep, at which point he promptly disappeared below the surface. A wave crashed, and for a moment panic welled inside her. But Alex re-emerged a moment later, shaking his head and turning toward her with the most devilishly handsome smile she’d ever seen.
And then he began to walk toward her. In a moment he would. . .
She spun around, trying to ignore the laughter that reached her ears. Was he dressing behind her?
“You’re free to look, my shy English maid.”
She didn’t trust him totally, not in this, so she waited just a moment longer. “That’s mostly correct,” she said.
His damp, bare arms wrapped around her from the back.
“You were shy when we first met,” he said, squeezing her gently.
“Not precisely,” she said. “But I did learn that avoiding eye contact kept me out of trouble.”
“Ahh,” he said. “Part of the ruse.” His hand moved to the front of her dress and ran from her waist up toward her breasts. “The Clara who cried out earlier is the real English maid. Is Alfred the demure one?”
“Cried out,” she mocked, attempting to keep a straight face.
He dipped his hand below the ties so it rested just short of the peak she knew was hard once again. “Aye,” he murmured, sweeping her hair to the side and kissing her neck from behind. “Your release,” he clarified. “The result of desire. ’Tis quite an enjoyable state, is it not?”
The feeling between her legs was undeniable even as she tried to humble him. “I think you overestimate your abilities.”
His fingers slipped lower and caressed her nipple as if to prove her wrong. His mouth seared a path toward her ear, his tongue flicking against the skin that felt as if it were on fire.
“I’ve underestimated many things.”
The pressure