The Blessed Blend (19 page)

She turned in the stream to get her hair soaked and then stepped back to let Euan get wet. Instead, he had poured some shampoo in his hands and began working it through her hair. Her scalp tingled as he gently massaged it and she all but purred like a contented cat.

When he was done she turned around to rinse it clean. He reached around her to help spread her hair out so that the water could rinse away all of the shampoo. His proximity was both comforting and arousing to her.

“Turn aroon, lass,” he directed softly as he reached past her to shut the water off. As she did she smelled the conditioner a second before he applied it to her hair and began kneading it through. She felt his fingers gently combing her hair, smoothing out the tangles from the bottom up.

Euan had always loved Callie’s hair, and while there were those who might think that brown hair was not as glamorous or dazzling as blonde or red shades or as exotic as black, he had always thought her hair suited her perfectly. She had a quiet, earthy kind of beauty reminiscent of deep woods and secret hollows where colors were soft and subtle.

Callie turned the shower back on to rinse her hair and Euan once again reached around her to assist in that endeavor. She hadn’t felt this pampered in a very long time and was enjoying it immensely. His arousal butted against her belly and she took it in her hand to stroke it, massaging the hard shaft and smooth dome.

“Wha’ are ye doin’ there, lass?” he teased. “Ye should be careful aboot snakes in the water. Ye might get bit, ye ken.”

Without missing a beat, she teased him back. “One-eyed snakes don’t have any teeth.”

Euan laughed. “Och, but tha’ makes ‘em e’en more dangerous!”

Callie looked up at him. “Why do men put so much stock in this thing? All it can do is piss and poke.” He laughed out loud and Callie tried to shush him. “You’ll wake everyone up!” she scolded in a hoarse whisper.

“Then ye shouldna say such outrageous things, Callie!” he chuckled. “Besides, ye hae ne’er complained aboot the pokin’, lass. Or the strokin’.”

“You’re awful, Euan!”

Euan picked up the bar of soap and lathered his hands up as he began running them over every inch of Callie’s body. “Ye’ll change yer tune in a bit, lass,” he teased. “I’ll hae ye dancing atween the sheets wi’ this pipe o’ mine. An’ if yer a gude lassie, I’ll e’en let ye play it yerself!”

Callie smacked him playfully. “Boy, you’ve got a dirty mind!” she scolded.

“Sae do ye, m’ bonny lass,” he shot back. “But the rest o’ ye is clean as a whistle. Now let’s get ye rinsed off sae we can wash m’self doon.”

His hands flowed over her body with the water. Once she was thoroughly rinsed off, he moved around her to wash himself. With her assistance of course.

Callie’s hands trembled as she soaped up Euan’s skin. It was as if she was touching him for the first time even as she remembered how often and how intimately she had touched him back then. She didn’t know if it was from fear or desire.

Maybe both.

Euan felt her hands trembling and saw the conflicting emotions in her face and eyes. Taking her hands gently in his, he kissed each one and then held them against him. When she looked up at him he said softly, “Ye hae me in the palm o’ yer hand, lass. D’ ye feel the tattoo o’ m’ heart, Callie? Evra beat says tha’ I belong t’ ye an’ ye alone. Always hae.
Always will
.”

Her heart swelled and tears came to her eyes as his words reverberated through her. She tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come. They were caught in her throat along with her heart. Her lower lipped trembled and she bit it nervously. The layers of protection she had encased herself in were crumbling, leaving the raw essence of her innermost self naked and vulnerable before him. As Euan cupped her face and bent down to kiss away her tears, she dissolved into his arms and sobbed softly against his skin. The residuals of the anguish, anger, and sorrow she had felt for the past four years seeped out to wash down the drain so that her wounded heart could begin to heal.

“Shh,
mo cridhe
,” Euan crooned as he held her tight. “Evrathin’ will be alright, lass. Ah, Callie! Would tha’ I could take all o’ it upon m’self an’ ye wouldna ha’ e’er felt a bit o’ pain. But I’m here for ye an’ I’ll ne’er forsake ye again.” Tears stung his own eyes and his heart grieved for the pain he had caused her even as it swelled in gratitude for the trust she was giving him by showing this most vulnerable part of herself. He knew how difficult it was for her to open up that way.

When she had quieted, they both rinsed off thoroughly. Euan shut the water off and then pulled back the shower curtain. Stepping out first, he offered her assistance with one hand and a fresh towel with the other. She took his hand as she stepped out of the tub and he wrapped the towel around her and began patting her dry.

Callie sighed as Euan rubbed her down with the towel, especially since he christened each newly-dried part of her skin with a kiss and a whispered offering of his love and desire. Her face and neck. Her shoulders. Each arm and breast. He left a trail of kisses down her back and belly, each side of her curvy fanny, and just above the thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. When she cupped his face as he knelt before her, he lifted each hand to his lips, kissing backs and palms and each finger.

The tenderness in his actions made her melt like sugar in a cup of tea and at the same time kindled her deepest fires.

Her breath caught as he stood up and towered over her. Desire glittered in his dark eyes, burning her blood with its intensity and holding her in thrall. Euan was a very primal male, his sexuality raw and even less tame than a panther. When he focused it on a woman, she was done for. Callie sure was at that moment. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and honestly didn’t know if she was even breathing. There was nothing but the two of them being drawn towards perfect union.

Euan’s heart swelled as he gazed into Callie’s eyes. They were glittering with passion and tender with love for him, just like they had once been. He didn’t know if it would last until morning but he was glad for whatever she was willing to give him. He stroked her cheek with his fingers, enchanted by the moment.

Her hair was still dripping wet and getting cold. She shivered as cold droplets ran down her back and legs. Euan moved behind her to towel-dry the length of her tresses. It was longer than it had been four years ago, falling almost to her knees. He remembered the silky thrill of it falling across him and brushing his skin and hoped to God to feel that again soon.

“Where’s yer comb, Callie?” he asked.

“In the bedroom,” she answered.

“I hae m’ ain in m’ room,” he said. “Which one d’ ye want tae use?”

“Why should it matter which comb I use?” she asked. She
preferred
to use her own. Rules for good hygiene generally frowned on mutual use of grooming implements.

“I meant which room d’ ye want tae use?” Euan clarified. “My bed or yours, it makes nae difference which one we share.”

She whirled around, her eyes wide with shock. “Share a bed?” she asked. “Together, you mean?” She’d made the same response the first time he’d asked her to stay the night with him.

 
“Tha’s usually wha’ people do when they sleep together,” he replied. “An’ we’ll both need to sleep after I’m done makin’ love tae ye.”

Her mouth fell open. Not leaving anything to chance, Euan pulled her to him and kissed her soundly. He wasn’t about to give her time to think things over, the consequences be damned! Invading her mouth with his tongue, he pressed his erection into her belly as his hands kneaded her flesh. She tried to push him away at first but was soon clinging to him and running her hands over his skin.

Without breaking contact, he opened the bathroom door, picked her up in his arms, flicked off the light, and carried her to his room. The door stood slightly ajar and he pushed it open with his shoulder, stepped through, and then shut it with his foot. He didn’t bother to turn the covers back but lowered Callie down on the bed with his mouth still on hers and then covered her body with his.

Once he was certain he’d kissed her absolutely senseless he gently broke contact long enough to turn the lamp on and retrieve his comb. “Sit up,
mo leannan
,” he commanded gently as he grasped her hand and pulled her up. He moved to sit behind her and braced her between his thighs in case she decided to bolt.

As he combed her hair out he whispered his desires into her ear and kissed her neck and shoulder. Still damp, her tresses were rather cool to the touch and felt like ice water when they fell across his skin. He moved her hair to one side to avoid that bit of discomfort and continued the gentle seduction of his children’s mother.

In response her hands caressed his thighs down and up and over again. Her breaths were rapid and her body swayed as if she was drunk, but he knew desire was the only intoxicant in her system. He smiled in masculine satisfaction.

Callie knew she was in Euan’s room, sitting naked on his bed between his legs with his erection poking her in the back but couldn’t think clearly enough to consider any reason why she should be anywhere else. He was whispering things in her ear that made her burn
sooo
deliciously. Oh yes, she wanted him to do
that
to her, and
that
, too!

She wanted him to just flat-out fuck her over and over and over again.

Euan braided her hair to keep it from getting tangled. One of his hair ties was on the bedside table and he reached over to get it. “There, lass,” he whispered as he put his arms around her. “All done.”

He nuzzled the nape of her neck, brushing first his lips and then his teeth over the satiny skin. Her head tilted to give him greater access and he accepted the invitation. As he kissed and nibbled her neck, he cupped her breasts with his hands and rolled the nipples between his fingers.

His efforts were rewarded with her sighs of pleasure and the feel of her responding body. When she reached behind her back to grasp his cock and massage it up and down, he responded with a growled oath conveying his own pleasure before slipping a hand between her thighs to share in kind.

“Ah, m’ honey-love,” he groaned in her ear, “Ye taste like heaven. Gi’e me a bit o’ nectar from yer garden, lass.” With that he slipped from behind her and laid her back on the bed. Bending over her, he kissed her lips and then worked his way down to her breasts, then her belly.

At last he reached the valley between her legs and nuzzled the soft hair as he breathed in the scent of her feminine musk. His tongue dipped into her cleft and he savored the sweet taste of her. He gently parted the silken folds of her sex and sought the pearl therein. Finding it, he laved it eagerly with his tongue, bringing her to one peak of pleasure after another as her hips bucked and she writhed in ecstasy, calling his name and begging him to take her.

“Nae, lass,” he whispered as he shifted her over and got into bed. “Let’s take oor time a’ this. I want t’ play wi’ ye all the night.”

Callie looked up at him, her eyes darkened with desire. He wanted to play? Oh, she had some games for them, alright. She pulled his head down and caught him in a fervent kiss, invading his mouth with her tongue as he had done hers earlier. Her body pressed into his and her hand found his sex. He was big and thick and felt like silk over steel, which made her purr with anticipation. She stroked him until he had to pull away from her to keep from spilling his seed, and then she pounced on him and began nibbling her way down his torso. Her hands roamed freely over his skin and she kissed and caressed him everywhere she could reach, exulting in the raw tremors racing up and down his body as he hung on to his control by his fingertips.

She finally reached his groin and teased him by flicking the tip of his shaft a few times with her tongue before settling it between her breasts and rubbing up and down against him. His groans of pleasure made her smile wickedly and she sucked at the tip of his cock each time she slid her breasts down to its base. When he rasped, “Take it doon, lass” she complied and took him in her mouth, laving him lustily with lips and tongue.

Euan was having a hard time holding himself back. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful. Aye, he had been with other women doing this same thing but that had just been sexual release. Callie was the heart of him, his soul mate and true love. Only she could make him feel this way. He needed her like he needed to breathe or eat and he had been starved of her for far too long. There was an overwhelming need to lose himself in her until they were completely as one again. Now and forever.

“Enough, lass!” he growled as he pulled her up to lie beside him. He rose up over her and lowered his head to kiss her brow. Her eyes. Her nose. Her lips. Each kiss was a reverent benediction conveying his deepest desires. He whispered in her ear, “Let me in, Callie.
Mo cridhe, mo leannan, mo bith.”

She made way for him as he positioned himself between her thighs. He slid into her and arched her back in utter pleasure. She rocked her pelvis up to meet his thrusts and wrapped her legs about his waist. He brought his head down and they locked in a mating kiss, their moans of pleasure mingling as surely as their tongues and loins. Minute by minute they rode it with increasing urgency until Euan felt release nearing.

He stopped, much to Callie’s frustration, and withdrew his length from her sheath. “On yer knees, lass!” he commanded, his voice gruff with barely restrained need.