Highland Sinner by Hannah Howell

Author:Hannah Howell [Howell, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Love Stories, Historical Fiction, Historical, Scotland, Aristocracy (Social Class), Knights and Knighthood, Highlands (Scotland), Murder, Precognition, Psychics
ISBN: 9780821780015
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 2008-12-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Morainn caught a fleeting glimpse of Tormand’s bedchamber before she found herself sprawled on top of his large bed. There were signs of wealth everywhere she looked. Rugs upon the floor, tapestries upon the wall, and candleholders made of finely crafted silver all spoke of a man with coin enough to enjoy the best life had to offer. Morainn felt suddenly intimidated by it all, for it was a blatant display of how very far above her touch this man was. He not only had family who loved him, and a title, he had wealth enough to choose a fine highbred woman for a wife.

Then Tormand lowered his lean strong body down onto hers. Despite her promise to herself not to think about his past, to put it firmly out of her mind, the thought of all his past lovers slipped inside her mind. She wondered how many of those women on his list had shared this bed with him and then tensed even as he pulled her into his arms. Morainn tried to banish those thoughts from her mind and relax before he noticed the change in her, but she knew she had failed when he frowned down at her.

“Did I mishear ye? Or have ye changed your mind?” he asked, praying that she had not, for he knew he had never been so desperate to make love to a woman as he was to make love to Morainn.

“Nay,” she said and put her arms around him, silently cursing the fact that even that small move revealed the tension she could not shake free of.

Tormand studied her for a moment and then sighed as he guessed what had made Morainn change from soft and welcoming to tense and almost cold. She was thinking of him and his other women, women he might have shared this bed with. He could see the truth of his assumption by the way she refused to meet his eyes, but kept glancing at the bed. After all, was he not Tormand the great lover, Tormand the sinner, or, as one of his female cousins had said, Tormand the man whose braies unlaced at the mere sway of a petticoat. He had sworn to himself that he would always be truthful with Morainn even though he anticipated many uncomfortable moments. This time, however, he could tell her the truth with ease.

“I have ne’er brought a woman here,” he said and watched her eyes widen with surprise. “I swear to ye that ye are the verra first woman to share this bed with me.”

“But why wouldnae ye bring one of them here?”

“Would ye believe me if I told ye it was to keep Magda quiet?”

“Nay, if only because the woman was ne’er here at night to see if ye brought a woman here or nay. Oh, did ye fear that their scent might linger here long after ye were done with them?”

He blinked in surprise as he realized that that was a very good reason to keep the sort of lovers he had had out of his house.

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