Christmas in the Highlands by Madelyn Hill

Author:Madelyn Hill [Hill, Madelyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Highland
Published: 2016-12-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Rossalyn checked on Mairi, happy to see the lass fed and warm and tucked within her bed. She stood at the window as her father and his men rode off, and prayed ‘twould be the last time she saw him. ‘Twas a wretched thing to pray about, but the man had caused her so much pain, she wanted nothing more to do with him.

Her husband stood near the gate talking to Cam. Och, two fine men who did well to protect their clan.

She worried about their fate, the fate of the clan and dealing with such a man as her father. But she trusted her husband and his men to ensure nothing else would happen to her or Mairi. She bit at her lip, wondering what sort of fate awaited the woman Fiona. If she understood gossip about the keep correctly, Fiona had been in love with Malcolm and envisioned them marrying. Poor lass and her broken heart.

Easy for Rossalyn now, to ken how it was to love Malcolm—hot, potent, surely all-consuming. If a woman with Fiona’s gumption loved Malcolm, ‘twas with her body and soul—and would be hard to be denied. Rossalyn determined to request her husband not judge Fiona too harshly.

When Malcolm headed toward the keep, she quickly stoked the fire and slipped out of her gown, leaving her fine, linen chemise on.

Should she be in bed? Would Malcolm consider her brazen? No matter, they were wed and she could think of nothing more that she wanted to do than lay abed with her husband.

A knock sounded on the door. “Wife, may I come in?”

She laughed. “Aye, husband.” How wonderful the words felt on her tongue. Shivers of excitement raced through her.

Malcolm entered; closed and locked the door. A wicked grin curled his mouth. As he paced toward her, he lifted his liene over his head, slipped off the belt holding his tartan, and let the cloth fall to the ground.

A magnificent man stood before her. Hard planes of muscles bunched as he walked. Long legs, broad shoulders.

She quivered as her womb clenched. Heat filled her at the intensity of his gaze. How she wanted this man.

How she loved this man.

She swallowed as he stood beside the bed. She whipped back the covers to welcome him in.

“You are wearing too much clothing.”

She chuckled. “I think you can remedy that.”

With his strong hands he started unlacing her chemise.

“Hurry.”

He leaned down, still standing beside the bed, and whispered kisses along her bosom. With one swift movement, Malcolm gripped her chemise and tore it down the middle.

“Malcolm,” she chastised, though she laughed.

He knelt next to the bed and swept his gaze over her. “You are so very beautiful, my love.”

She blushed beneath his scrutiny. “Come to me.”

He grinned and said, “As you wish, my love.”

Rossalyn canted her head to the side. “‘Tis the second time you called me your love.”

Malcolm slipped into bed and lay beside her. He tipped up her chin and grazed her lip with the pad of his thumb.

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