Page 67 of A Fierce Archer

“What exactly should I be ready for?”

Esme’s lips curved. “Do ye feel heated? A sort of pooling between yer legs?”

Catriona’s eyes widened at the exact description, especially the night before when Ewan had kissed her longer than the previous times. “Aye. I do. My body seems to crave more.”

“I believe ye are ready.”

“What do I do?” Catriona asked.

Pacing before her, Esme looked up to the sky as if for inspiration. “When a man is aroused, he becomes hard. His member, between his legs.”

Catriona shuddered at the thought of a man’s hardness. She’d experience first-hand what they did with it. It had been painful and humiliating.

“Not like that,” Esme said quickly, seeming to understand where her mind went. “It turns hard, but the skin surrounding it is so very silky.”

“Is it?” Catriona looked at her friend, interested in knowing more.

“Ye will become moist, making it easier for him to enter ye. The heat will only be sated by his cock, not that it’s cool or anything.” Esme giggled. “But the movements…oh, the way he will slip in and out of ye, will bring ye to...”

“What?” Catriona asked, entranced now.

“Well,” Esme looked around to ensure no one could overhear. “It will bring ye to lose all control. Ye will not know whether to scream or laugh at the wonderful culmination it will bring. Then just as ye feel as if ye can take no longer, ye will shatter and float.”

Her eyes rounded. “Float? Ye mean fly? Like a bird?”

At this, Esme guffawed. “No, silly, not physically, but it will feel as if ye’re are indeed flying.”

“It sounds delightful. No wonder ye always are in a hurry to drag Ruari to yer bedchamber,” Catriona exclaimed. “I do not know that I can keep from insisting Ewan take me.” Her face fell. “Does a couple have to be in love for these occurrences to happen?”

Esme frowned. “As long as there is attraction, I think it happens.”

The day dragged by. Every hour seeming to take twice as long. During last meal, Catriona and Esme kept exchanging glances, each doing their best to keep from smiling.

Finally, Ewan turned to her. “What is so funny?”

“I do not know what ye mean,” Catriona replied much too quickly. She bit her bottom lip at the mistake. “I have not laughed.”

“Ye and Esme keep exchanging glances as if ye are sharing a secret.”

“We are,” she admitted. “An anecdote ye would probably not find humor in.”

He let out a sigh and turned his attention back to his plate. Ewan was so utterly handsome, his dark hair framing a face that could only be described as beautiful.

And yet, he remained cool to her. Other than when they were in bed, he paid her little heed.

“Mother and my sister leave in the morning,” she told him. “I will be sad to see them go.”

He glanced in the direction of where her parents were seated. “I am sure they will return for a visit. I have extended an invitation to yer father.”

She’d not considered he may have spent time with her father until that moment. “Ye and he spent time together?”

“Yes, a bit. We went for rides several times.”

“Where to?” Not that it mattered, but she was shocked to know as her mother had not mentioned it.

“He wished to speak to me about ye and about the situation that may present itself. He wanted to make sure I was prepared, for instance, if ye go back into seclusion.”

Her heart broke for her father. Of course, he was worried about her. After all, she’d spent an entire year sequestered in a small room after the attack.