Page 32 of The Laird’s Unwanted Wife (Legacy of Highland Lairds #5)

Gerald moved to pull his arms back, but she kept her hands over his. His cock stiffened further, the air between them building with an understood inevitability. “Do ye want this?” he asked.

Aileen nodded.

“Lass,” Gerald repeated firmly. “Do ye want me to touch ye like this?”

Again, Aileen nodded.

It was like a wall between them had finally come tumbling down.

And in the aftermath, there she stood; his little red deer, his warmth amidst the wintry cold of the north.

Without fully realizing it, Gerald’s hands had slipped down the length of her body and hovered against her waist, and he waited expectantly.

“I ken he grabbed ye here. He hurt ye here, didnae he?”

Another fresh wave of tears escaped Aileen, and she nodded. “I ken ye willnae, Gerald. Please, let that memory disappear with yer touch.”

And he obliged, grasping her waist before pulling her over the side of the tub.

It was warm. So, unexpectedly warm. As Gerald grasped her waist amidst the herbal waters, Aileen found herself fully enthralled in the sensuality of it all.

The harshness of Carswell’s grasp began to fade, swirling amidst the rising steam and vanishing altogether.

Now, it was only her husband who held her, her husband who supported her, ensured her wordlessly that nothing and no one would ever take her from his side.

She straddled her legs around his waist, her inner thigh brushing against his cock.

Gods, but it was so stiff—a familiar heat rose in her core, and she wondered if, perhaps, this feeling was what it truly meant for two people to come together.

But then, amidst the warmth, something small knotted in her chest. Her breathing hitched, the tears returning as Aileen suddenly found her throat begin to tighten.

“I …” Inexperience came crashing down on her, and her face flushed with a terrible shame.

How was she going to please him without knowing what to do?

How could she hesitate now, when this was all she had been asking for from him?

“It’s all right,” Gerald reassured. His hands rubbed against her waist, the wet fabric of her nightgown sending pleasant shivers across her skin. “We daenae have to join together just yet.” Gently, he began to pull her against his chest, shifting her so that her back was against him.

While his cock remained somewhat pressed against her, there was clearly no indication of him going any further than that. He kissed her forehead gently, his hands slipping up to her breasts once more before cupping them easily within his grasp. “This is me favorite part of ye.”

A moan escaped Aileen’s lips as he began to tease her once more, peppered with more kisses along her forehead, on her cheek.

She arched her chin to catch his lips, breathing his scent deeply while his fingers gently pinched and rolled her nipples.

She broke away to catch her breath, noting the playful smirk crossing her husband’s lips.

“It’s me own fault that ye’ve had nay practice with me. So, it’s only right I make it up to ye.”

Make it up to—then, this wasn’t even the beginning? Her shock must have been visible, as Gerald’s smile only brightened as he chuckled. He brought her into a kiss once more, one hand remaining on her breast as the other snaked down to her waist.

But it didn’t stop there; his hand continued past her thigh, redirecting the hem of her nightgown as it swam beneath the waters like the frills of a jellyfish.

Her core flared with heat as his calloused palm rubbed her inner thigh, teasingly drifting closer to her womanhood before lingering across its exterior.

“Say the word,” he whispered, breath tickling her ear.

Aileen managed to moan out an affirmation.

“I need to hear it,” Gerald insisted.

Gods, he wanted her to speak? Her mind and tongue were so twisted with euphoria that it was hard for Aileen to even remember how to form basic sentences.

But her husband wasn’t asking for a sentence; all he needed was her compliance.

“Aye!” The result was immediate, a clambering gasp freeing itself from her depths as Gerald’s fingers brushed the spot between her legs.

He played with it just as he had her breasts, but the sensation was far more compounded than before. Aileen’s legs briefly tensed, her toes curling beneath the water as something firm began to build amidst the heat in her core.

And it didn’t stop there. Gerald’s fingers then gently slipped past her folds, exploring her in a way a simple kiss simply couldn’t.

Her moans escalated alongside the building climax within her, her fingers flexing within the waters as he discovered her, teased her, rubbed her sensitive nub and the tips of her breasts until finally, Aileen simply couldn’t hold it in.

In a burst of euphoria, her loudest cry to date tumbled free, bringing with it a rush of unexplainable sensations.

It seemed like time itself froze, letting her exist in this elated state of being for as long as she wanted.

Then, slowly, she began to come back to herself, returning to her body fully as the weight of Gerald’s arms wrapped around her waist grounded her once more.

And she drifted in the herbaceous bath with him, gently receiving kisses along her cheek and a gentle massage across her stomach.

And it was everything to her.