Rose by Lily Baldwin

Author:Lily Baldwin [Baldwin, Lily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Highland
Published: 2017-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

The next morning, Rose awoke, feeling more rested than she had in years. She stretched, and reached out her hand feeling for Tristan beside her, but he wasn’t there. She sat up and scanned the cottage, but he was nowhere to be found. She scooted to the edge of the bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes. Then she stood and crossed to the door. Opening it wide, she spied Tristan walking up the path.

“I was just coming to wake you,” he said, smiling.

She stepped out onto the flat cool white stones. “What is it?”

“I’ve never seen such a beautiful sunrise,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her toward the shore.

She gasped as they crested the sandy slope. Deep red spread out across the sky and the water. And now that the fog had cleared, she could see the white cliffs of Dover across the channel, but the rising sun had also painted the alabaster bluffs red. The sight touched her soul-deep. She stared in awe. “Tristan,” she gasped.

The waves rolled high as if spurred on by the magnificent sight.

“Have ye ever seen anything so beautiful?” she said, raising her hands up to the red sky.

“Never,” he swore.

His ardent tone drew her gaze, and they locked eyes. He no longer watched the writhing sea or the expanse of red sky. He had eyes only for her, and they bore through her, insistent, searching, and hungry. A rush of desire filled her. She stepped closer to him and splayed her hands wide on his chest.

He seized her and thrust her close. The storm in his eyes mirrored the crash of the waves against the rock. His eyes were intense, piercing deep beyond the layers of her being to the deepest part of her—her raw longing, her restless heart, her hunger for more. Her fingers bit into his biceps. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest, surely harder than the wind was strong. His body was stiff with tension. The pulse at his neck throbbed. He was like a caged animal, and with a fitting growl he thrust her away from him.

“I am sorry,” he bit out. She could feel the tension pulse off him in powerful waves. “This was not part of our bargain. I am sorry to overstep my bounds.” He turned on his heel and thundered toward the cottage. She watched him, her body frozen, wanting, needing. He disappeared over the slope. His sudden absence, the loss of his arms around her, spurred her feet forward. She raced through the sand, then onto the grassy slope. The tough grass bit at her bare feet, but she didn’t care. Her only thought was of her one desire, Tristan.

Running down the stone pathway to the cottage, she threw open the door. He stood at the table, his hands splayed wide on the surface. The muscles of his back and shoulders visibly tensed beneath his tunic. He turned and faced her, his eyes lit with fire that burned as his touchless caress penetrated the barriers of flesh to her beating heart.

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