Page 12 of Highland Wishes And Dreams
His male pride soared at every soft sigh and every rise and fall of her hips. She had natural sensuality and he fell in love with her even more.
He yearned to possess her, to make every inch of her his, but knew it could possibly destroy them both. At this very moment twelve months felt like an eternity—and if Andrew emotionally blackmailed Galina to stay, it could be longer.
He could hardly bear to think of it and blocked it from his mind as her moans built in volume. Her fingers laced in his hair pulling tighter as she cried out, “Finn…” When her release came, he got drunk on the nectar flowing on his tongue.
He gently kissed down her leg and sat back on his haunches watching her through his own pounding desire. She lay on his bed her arms spread wide reveling in her first climax. She let out a soft, breathless laugh, which tickled his brain. He watched her wishing he could sink between those thighs and lose himself in her warmth.
“That was thoroughly wicked and thoroughly enjoyable. I can’t imagine anything better.”
“If we didn’t have to wait months to wed, I’d strip off my clothes and prove making love to you is so much better.”
She rose up, propped on her elbows as drowsy laughter tumbled from her lips. “I suspect now that I have had a taste of passion the months will crawl by.”
At the mention of their parting desire dissolved. He crawled up the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. “About that. We have a problem.”
Like the changeable Scottish weather, her smile faded and a wistful sadness crept into her eyes. “Andrew doesn’t want me to leave him. I can understand why. He would be here, alone, with his sorrow. I’m not sure twelve months will be enough time to morn all he has lost.”
Andrew was right. Galina’s compassion would keep her from him. “He told me tonight that I can have the ring or you.”
“But the ring is not yours, it’s your mother’s.”
He rolled onto his back and sighed. “He knows I am the one to request it back. He thinks to keep the ring because I will choose you. But I can’t. I can’t let mother down. She is desperate to get the damn thing back for some reason.”
She rolled into his side. “I can understand. Surely you as a man can too. Men all push to have sons to carry on your lineage. This is her lineage. She must be so proud of the heritage behind this ring.” She kissed his cheek. “Plus, it was Wen’s. That’s the problem here. Both Andrew and your mother are grieving and are clinging to anything that keeps Wen in their lives.”
“So what are you saying? That I should choose the ring?” He pulled her close. “I want to marry you as soon as possible. Will you let Andrew emotionally blackmail your future?”
“Are you not prepared to wait for me?”
He closed his eyes against the knowledge he was losing this argument. “I would wait for you forever. I love you.”
She sighed. “Then you have your answer. You and I will wait. But I promise you I won’t let Andrew hold me from becoming your wife for too long. We shall review at the end of the mourning period.”
He turned to her in silence and stared into her eyes. “A lot can happen in twelve months.” The fact of the matter was he was upset—not because he could not make love to her, but because he was frightened. Death had come visiting to someone young. What if it happened again—to Galina and he had wasted so much time without her already. Would Wen have wanted that? He thought his sister would have wanted them to be happy.
He felt foolish for thinking it, but tomorrow morning, first thing, he would visit the glen he’d found Galina in, and make a wish.
She squeezed his hand. As if reading his thoughts she added, “Then best we make the most of tonight,” and rolled on top of him. “You have sparked my imagination of what a lady might do with her mouth.”
Finn couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. “I shall very much look forward to introducing you to the world of pleasure.”
And he set about teaching her some of the joy to be given, and found to his absolute delight that she was an apt and eager pupil.
Chapter 8
The next morning, for once, Galina slept in. She had slipped back to her room at dawn, tired but very satisfied. She stretched like a contented cat, and a dreamy smile made her lips curl. Being with Finn had been nothing like her dreams, but then she’d been so innocent of the world of pleasure.
No wonder men and women gave into temptation all the time.
She learned that making love, although they did everything but, with the person, who owned your heart, was like touching heaven. Last night had brought her closer to Finn. He was in her heart now and always would be.
Her smile died as she suddenly realized this is what Andrew had lost.
Andrew!Perhaps tip toeing around his grief had not been the right thing to do. She knew in her soul Wen would be upset at the way he was behaving. She would want him to live a full life, love their son and remember her—but find love again. Not wallow in misery.
Enough was enough. She would not let Andrew ruin what she could build with Finn. It was time her big brother learned a few home truths. Lady Stuart deserved the ring back, just as Finn and her deserved to be happy. Wen would not even want them to wait the twelve months before they wed. She’d have been so thrilled to see Galina marry Finn.
Throwing back the covers she called for her maid and began to dress.
