fish darted away. Iain scowled and glared at Brigette, who, being a reasonably intelligent person, read the displeasure stamped across his handsome features.
Whatever Ive done, Im sorry, she apologized. May I try?
Come on, then.
Brigette removed her shoes and hose, then immodestly hiked her skirt up, affording Iain a superb view of her shapely legs. She waded into the stream, squealing all the while at the waters coldness.
Bend over, he instructed, and slowly place yer hand in the water.
Now what?
Ye wait. When a fish swims close, gently tickle his underside with a finger. When hes paralyzed with pleasure, flip him onto the shore.
Brigette waited, and Iain admired most appreciatively the fetching backside she presented to him. A fish approached, drawing closer and closer. She reached out to touch it.
Yuck! Brigette jumped back, and the fish darted away. Iain reached to catch her as she staggered off-balance. Too late! With a loud splash Brigette sat in the stream and Iain hooted with laughter.
This is your fault! she accused. You made me touch that scaly thing!
I didna do any such thin. Ye wanted to try.
Brigette smiled sweetly and held out her hand. Help me up?
When he grasped her hand, she yanked with all her might, catching him unaware. With an even louder splash, Iain sat in the stream beside her. Brigette laughed uproariously.
Why, ye wee bitch! he roared. Ive a mind to set ye over my knee and give ye the skelpin of yer life.
Giggling, Brigette leaped up and ran, but Iain gave chase. As she reached the shore, a powerful hand caught her arm and spun her around, none too gently. She slammed into his broad chest, and his arms encircled her, keeping her from falling.
All thoughts of punishment fled as Iain became lost in the fathomless pools of Brigettes green eyes. Ive a mind to skelp ye, he whispered huskily, but I believe Ill kiss ye instead.
When she lifted her face so he could more easily reach her lips, Iain groaned. His lips swooped down and claimed hers in an endless, devouring kiss.
Finally drawing back to look at her, Iain stared at Brigettes dazed expression and knew the time had come to make her his wife in truth. The most tender of smiles touched his lips. Lets go home, hinny, and get warm.
Sly gave the shivering couple the warmest of greetings when they arrived at the lodge. Brigette laughed at the fox, delighted by his joyful squeals. Iain smiled at Brigettes happy expression and hoped shed be equally happy the following morning, after theyd settled what was between them.
Disrobe and wrap yerself in this, Iain ordered, thrusting a blanket into Brigettes hands, then added, It will keep ye toasty until a fires started and the chamber warms.
Brigette stood motionless, waiting for him to leave, but Iain turned away and knelt in front of the hearth. Will you leave, please, so I may change?
No, he answered, his back turned away from her, but dinna worry. I willna peek.
Unwilling to start an argument, and feeling very cold, Brigette quickly discarded her wet clothing and wrapped herself in the blanket. Then she sat upon the fur rug and called Sly to her side.
Soon, Iain had a fire burning, then stood and began removing his own clothing. Brigette snapped her eyes shut, but then peeped curiously from beneath her thick, coppery lashes. Her breath caught raggedly in her throat at the sight of his magnificent, well-muscled physique. Leaving his broad, hairy chest bared, Iain wrapped himself in another green and black plaid.
Drink this, he urged as he sat beside her on the rug and placed a flask of whiskey in her hands. It will warm ye.
Together, they shared the whiskey and gazed at the hearths hypnotic flames. Idly, Brigette stroked Slys sleek coat and relaxed. Iain nonchalantly placed his arm around her bare shoulder and drew her close. She raised her eyes to him so innocently that he was reluctant to do what he must. But there were no more tomorrows.
Did I ever tell ye, Bria, he said, of the
Whatever Ive done, Im sorry, she apologized. May I try?
Come on, then.
Brigette removed her shoes and hose, then immodestly hiked her skirt up, affording Iain a superb view of her shapely legs. She waded into the stream, squealing all the while at the waters coldness.
Bend over, he instructed, and slowly place yer hand in the water.
Now what?
Ye wait. When a fish swims close, gently tickle his underside with a finger. When hes paralyzed with pleasure, flip him onto the shore.
Brigette waited, and Iain admired most appreciatively the fetching backside she presented to him. A fish approached, drawing closer and closer. She reached out to touch it.
Yuck! Brigette jumped back, and the fish darted away. Iain reached to catch her as she staggered off-balance. Too late! With a loud splash Brigette sat in the stream and Iain hooted with laughter.
This is your fault! she accused. You made me touch that scaly thing!
I didna do any such thin. Ye wanted to try.
Brigette smiled sweetly and held out her hand. Help me up?
When he grasped her hand, she yanked with all her might, catching him unaware. With an even louder splash, Iain sat in the stream beside her. Brigette laughed uproariously.
Why, ye wee bitch! he roared. Ive a mind to set ye over my knee and give ye the skelpin of yer life.
Giggling, Brigette leaped up and ran, but Iain gave chase. As she reached the shore, a powerful hand caught her arm and spun her around, none too gently. She slammed into his broad chest, and his arms encircled her, keeping her from falling.
All thoughts of punishment fled as Iain became lost in the fathomless pools of Brigettes green eyes. Ive a mind to skelp ye, he whispered huskily, but I believe Ill kiss ye instead.
When she lifted her face so he could more easily reach her lips, Iain groaned. His lips swooped down and claimed hers in an endless, devouring kiss.
Finally drawing back to look at her, Iain stared at Brigettes dazed expression and knew the time had come to make her his wife in truth. The most tender of smiles touched his lips. Lets go home, hinny, and get warm.
Sly gave the shivering couple the warmest of greetings when they arrived at the lodge. Brigette laughed at the fox, delighted by his joyful squeals. Iain smiled at Brigettes happy expression and hoped shed be equally happy the following morning, after theyd settled what was between them.
Disrobe and wrap yerself in this, Iain ordered, thrusting a blanket into Brigettes hands, then added, It will keep ye toasty until a fires started and the chamber warms.
Brigette stood motionless, waiting for him to leave, but Iain turned away and knelt in front of the hearth. Will you leave, please, so I may change?
No, he answered, his back turned away from her, but dinna worry. I willna peek.
Unwilling to start an argument, and feeling very cold, Brigette quickly discarded her wet clothing and wrapped herself in the blanket. Then she sat upon the fur rug and called Sly to her side.
Soon, Iain had a fire burning, then stood and began removing his own clothing. Brigette snapped her eyes shut, but then peeped curiously from beneath her thick, coppery lashes. Her breath caught raggedly in her throat at the sight of his magnificent, well-muscled physique. Leaving his broad, hairy chest bared, Iain wrapped himself in another green and black plaid.
Drink this, he urged as he sat beside her on the rug and placed a flask of whiskey in her hands. It will warm ye.
Together, they shared the whiskey and gazed at the hearths hypnotic flames. Idly, Brigette stroked Slys sleek coat and relaxed. Iain nonchalantly placed his arm around her bare shoulder and drew her close. She raised her eyes to him so innocently that he was reluctant to do what he must. But there were no more tomorrows.
Did I ever tell ye, Bria, he said, of the
Similar Books
