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He pulled me closer and held my hand tightly as we stepped into the shower, then forward into the warmth. Arran got the door, and the rest of the world slipped away behind it as he pulled it closed. Right there, right then, it was just us. No anxiety. No threats or fears. No worries or work. No past. No future. Just us – me and Arran – and the peace we found in one another.
CHAPTER 20
CARA
Arran maneuvered us so I was directly under the spray from the wide rainfall shower head, then he closed in at my back and wrapped one of his arms around my waist.
“Is the water warm enough fer ye?” Arran asked as he leant in to kiss the side of my neck so softy. I nodded as the sensation sent a shudder through my body.
I could feel the hardness of him pressed against my back and it thrilled me, knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
“I’ve imagined ye in the shower with me many times since I met ye, lass, but nothing beats the real thing,” he told me as his free hand ran feather soft touches up and down my right side, every barely there touch of his fingers against my skin driving me higher.
My body was alight with need and desperation as I spun in his hold and reached on my tip toes to wrap my arms around his neck. I loved the way his hard body pressed against my front, the water slick between us.
“Kiss me,” I demanded as I pulled him down to meet me halfway, then crashed my lips over his.
I clung to him tightly, not wanting him to pull away and stop the moment, but he didn’t. Instead he ran his hands down my back,over my butt, and to the back of my thighs, then he lifted me up, wrapping my thighs around his waist so we were eye to eye and able to deepen the kiss more.
He used one hand to hold up my weight, and I tried to help by interlocking my feet behind his back. Then his other hand started to roam, exploring my wet skin slowly, almost painfully so.
“Jesus. Yer skin’s so soft,” he uttered as he pulled back and seemed to take a moment to look me over. “It’s like silk. I could stay right here all day, just touching you.”
“I have to admit, I was hoping for a little more than that,” I replied playfully, and he huffed out a laugh, lightening the mood a little.
Feeling like I had a steady grip on him with my legs, I released my hands from where they were clinging around his neck, and ran them over the hard planes of muscle on his shoulders and down his back.
“Aye? Tell me then, tell me everything you were hoping fer,” he pushed.
“I told you. I want you, Arran, all of you,” I replied.
“Then ye’ll have me.”
His lips moved from mine, to blaze a trail down my neck and across my shoulder.
I grabbed his shoulders again and hoisted myself higher up against him, moaning when the movement made my core rub against his abdomen. I moved there again, desperate to alleviate the building pressure.
“Ma poor wee thing. Are ye needin’ to come?” Arran asked, and when I opened my eyes he was looking at me with a knowing smirk.
“Please…” I moaned.
“I have been wantin’ te get a taste of ye,” he said with a grin. “Drop down fer me darlin’ and I’ll take good care of ye.”
Without any hesitation I released my legs from his waist and slid down him until my feet hit the tiled base of the shower. I knew what Arran was offering and I was completely ready for it.
Impatiently I grabbed his waist at each side and pulled him until he stepped right up to me, his body brushing against mine, and teasing every nerve ending within me even more.
“In a rush?” he whispered playfully, then he kissed me before I could reply, his lips crashing over mine, the kiss brief but possessive. I got the feeling Arran was over me being in control.
“Step back fer me,” he told me as he pulled away, and I did. Arran held my hips and eased me back a little more, until I hit the too cold wall of the shower. I flinched a little at the coolness against my heated body, but quickly settled there, eager for the promised relief.
“If ye want to come, ye’ll be a good lass and hold onto my shoulders the whole time, right? Ye let go, and I stop,” he threatened as he knelt down before me and eased each of my hands onto his broad shoulders. He was at the right height that I didn’t stoop even a little to place my hands there. He was that much taller than me.
I clung onto his muscled shoulders and closed my eyes in a desperate bid to just calm my raging body down. I could barelythink straight beyond the need for Arran to put his mouth on me and make it better.
“Cara, look at me,” he demanded, so I opened my eyes and met his. “If ye say ‘stop’ at any point, everything will stop, alright? I want ye to do that if ye start to feel even a little nervous or anxious. Remember what I said – there’s nae room for fear between us. If yer feeling any, then we need te pause and find out why, okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded.
