Hannah And The Highlander by Sabrina York

Author:Sabrina York
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

She dinna like her room.

Try as he might, Alexander couldn’t banish the thought.

It supplanted even his anxiety over his unpleasant altercation with Caithness, which was extreme. Upon Alexander’s return home, he’d wanted nothing more than to hold her, sink into her, and forget the worry that scudded like acid through his veins.

But now … this.

She dinna like her room.

Even as he kissed her and caressed her and gently removed her nightdress, the thought clanged through him like a church bell.

She pushed him back against the pillows and began unfastening his belt. He helped her as she removed his boots and tugged down his breeks, but truly, his mind was beset. As much as he wanted this, as much as he’d wanted it all week, his thoughts roiled.

He should have been distracted by the curve of her breast, or her moans when he nibbled on her thrusting nipples. The silk of her skin or her scent or, for heaven’s sake, her fervor as she undressed him. But he wasn’t.

He couldn’t bear the thought that he’d disappointed her. Worse, that he’d gone on thinking she was happy here when she wasn’t. On his long ride to Ackergill, he’d done little else but think about Hannah. About their marriage and how far they’d come in such a short stretch of time. He’d thought about how contented she made him. He’d assumed she was contented as well.

Beyond all that, somewhere on that rutted track he’d realized he wanted her much more than he’d allowed himself to admit. He needed her.

This swirling tumult in his heart was, very probably, love.

It didn’t feel the way he thought love would feel. In fact, it felt very much like fear, tinged with desperation and an incongruous hope. Perhaps a hint of hunger.

Or more than a hint.

She dinna like her room.

His chest ached.

He had so wanted to please her in this. He’d been convinced he had.

Where had he gone wrong? Oh, certainly she didn’t like brown—he’d learned as much in the game they’d played on their picnic—but her room wasn’t brown so much as smoky topaz with swirls of gold. It was a deep, rich color, one he wanted to sink into.

With that thought, he kissed her lids, one after the other, and then kissed his way along each arching brow. Kissed her cheekbones, the little dent beneath her nose, the tip of her chin.

Their eyes locked and something shifted in him. Another need rose and consumed his biting curiosity. He hauled her up his body, against him, thrilling at the drag of her silken skin against his. He set his mouth on hers, nuzzling, questing, attempting to say with his actions the words he couldn’t yet utter.

She melted into him with a murmur and began exploring him with her soft, delectable mouth.

They really needed to talk about her room. He really needed to know.

But not yet. Not just yet.

First he needed to hold her, soak her in. Steep in her presence and rally his courage.

On a good day, constructing cogent words was a challenge.

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