To Marry A Scottish Laird by Lynsay Sands Page A

realized that someone was already in it. Pausing, Cam stared. Jo stood under the waterfall, half turned away from him. Her eyes were closed, head tipped back, hair appearing almost alive as the water caught it and moved it about, streaming it over her shoulders and body.
    She was beautiful, he acknowledged as his eyes ran over the curves on full display. Her nipples were erect, hardened by the cold water, he noted, and her hands were gliding over her body to aid the water in cleaning her. Water nymphs could not be more beautiful than Jo was to him in that moment and Cam stood, simply staring for a moment, watching enviously as she cupped her breasts and lifted them slightly, as if offering them to the water rushing over her. When she then released them and slid one hand down over her stomach toward the apex of her thighs to clean there, Cam couldn’t stand it anymore and hurried into the water to cross to the falls.
    The water was cold but did nothing to cool his ardor. Besides, his body seemed to adjust quickly and Cam was quite comfortable by the time he reached the waterfall and climbed up the boulders to join her on the flat ledge she stood on. Eyes closed and with the sound of the pounding water covering his approach, Jo was taken completely by surprise when he reached out and touched her shoulder. Her eyes popped open on a startled cry that ended in a gurgle as she took in water. Then she turned too swiftly, stumbled and nearly fell off the ledge into the pond it ran into.
    Fortunately, Cam caught her arm and pulled her against his chest before she could. He then shifted them both closer to the small cliff’s wall and out of the downpour. Jo opened her eyes the moment she was able and relaxed a little when she realized it was him, but not fully. He could see the questions forming in her eyes, and knew they should talk, but they were both naked, she was in his arms, his erection was cuddled against her stomach and her hard nipples were poking into his chest and all he wanted to do was—
    Cam kissed her. It was not the questing kiss he’d started with that morning, it was a hard, hungry claiming. He wanted to devour her and his kiss said as much as he urged her lips apart and drove his tongue in to plunder the passion he now knew resided in her. Jo didn’t fight him off, in fact she seemed too stunned to react at all at first, and that wasn’t good enough for him. Cam wanted her hot and wanting him as much as he wanted her. He wanted to hear her gasps and moans in his ears, wanted her clinging to him, her nails scoring his shoulders, her body arching and thrusting.
    Urging her back against the cliff face, he pinned her wrists to the rock on either side of her head and slid one knee between her legs, rubbing it against her core as he broke off kissing her to drop his mouth to one breast.
    Jo said something as soon as her mouth was free, but he couldn’t tell what it was with the sound of the rushing water so loud around them. Ignoring what could have been either a protest or a plea, he caught her nipple between his teeth and then closed his lips around it, drawing eagerly until she stopped trying to free her hands and arched into the caress. Cam released one of her wrists then so that he could reach down between her legs and caress her, and much to his relief, she immediately clutched at his shoulder with the free hand rather than push him away.
    Continuing his caresses there, Cam released her nipple and straightened to claim her mouth again. This time she kissed him back with all the passion she’d shown him that morning, her own tongue meeting his and wrestling with it briefly before giving that up to instead suck on it when he urged one finger inside her wet warmth while continuing to run his thumb around the nub of her excitement. Her body was not still, her thighs were alternately tightening around his wrist and hand as if trying to keep him from removing it, and easing apart to keep from restricting his touch,