Sleepless Night - Page 19

"Ian, I'm all sticky," I said.

His hand moved from my breast and slid down to between my legs, feeling his seed there. He growled. "A bath then, for Lady MacInnes."

CHAPTER TEN

Lexy

I relaxed in the hot water as Ian washed my hair. A bath had been called for and a large copper tub had been delivered to Ian's room, buckets of steaming water poured in. I'd wanted Ian to join me, but it was too small for both of us. I loved the feel of his fingers on my scalp as he squatted behind the tub as he washed my hair. I closed my eyes and settled in to the pampering. I was sore between my legs. While the hot water was soothing, I also could have used an ice pack on my ass, but I doubted that was available.

I wanted to ask after the priest's comments about funerals, but I didn't want to sound like an idiot. I was supposed to already know this. Instead, I asked, "Do the English worry you overmuch?"

He sighed and his fingers stilled. "They are always a worry, lass. But not tonight."

The thought of Ian fighting the English in one of those battles I knew so little about had me shivering.

"Cold?" he asked. The water came up so that part of my breasts were above the water and I knew he could see my nipples tighten. I couldn't feel embarrassed or ashamed that he could see my body after all we'd done together.

I shrugged. "A little. I'm just… worried."

"Tilt back." He scooped water into a tin cup and poured it onto my head, rinsing the suds. The scent of roses was strong from the soap. "These are hard times, lass. As Lady MacInnes, I know you will be brave."

Tears lodged in my throat. "And you?"

"I am Laird MacInnes," he said with a fierce voice that contradicted the gentle actions of his hands in my hair. "I am the bravest of them all… except when it comes to you. I have no fears of the English, of my safety. You are my heart, lass, and my only fear is that I might lose you."

Opening my eyes, I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at him. Instead of lust in his eyes, I only saw love.

"Ian—"

A knock on the door cut off my words.

Ian sighed again. "Aye?" he called.

Through the door a man's voice called. "The patrol has an update you should hear."

Sitting up, I turned and covered my arms over my chest. The door was closed and I was shielded by Ian's body, but the bubble of our time together was broken.

Stroking the excess water from my hair, he looked at me. "I must tend to this."

I nodded. "Of course."

"When I return, I want you naked and in my bed. Awake, lass, and verra wet."

He stood and I watched as he dressed, white shirt over his head and then mesmerized by the complex way he donned his kilt. As he worked the belt buckle, he glanced up at me. "I dinna care how ye get yer pussy wet, but ye are nay to come. Aye?"

I loved the way his brogue got thicker the more aroused he became. He leaned down and kissed me, gently and slowly. His lips were soft and warm, and I didn't need more than that to be wet for him.

"Wait for me, my heart."

He stood to his full height and went to the door, only opening it wide enough to slip through, allowing no one that stood beyond to see me.

I settled back into the water and smiled to myself. I hadn't been happier, more content in… ever. I had no idea how long I remained in the tub, daydreaming, but I heard the door open, then close.

"You're back. That was faster than I expected. As you can see, I'm wet for you."

I smiled and turned to look up at Ian, but my eyes widened when I discovered Glynnis above me instead. She had a wild glint in her eye, dark and sinister.

"What are you doing here?" I covered myself as best I could.

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