Page 108 of My Highland Rogue
“I will do my best to accommodate you.”
“You’re very kind.”
He rolled her over, changing places with her until he was on top. He smiled down into her face.
“I think we’ve talked too much, don’t you?”
She only smiled in response.
Her core was hot and wet and welcoming. She guided him into her and kept him there, her hips rocking on the mattress, the pleasure so sharp that it came within a hairbreadth of pain.
Just when she thought she couldn’t feel any more, he showed her another dimension to bliss. When it was over, when she was spent, she found the strength to raise her hand and place it on his back, needing that connection.
Love for him flooded through her.
“If I’d only known, I would never have let you stay away five whole years, Gordon.”
He raised up on his forearms and kissed her lightly before dropping his head back on the pillow. A moment later, he sat up on the edge of the bed and started to gather up his clothing.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting dressed. I need to find Ellen.”
She frowned at him. “Why?”
“The Earl and Countess are dead. As your mother, Ellen is the one I need to see.” He glanced at her. “To ask for your hand in marriage.”
She couldn’t help but smile.
“Shouldn’t you ask me, first?”
He came around to her side of the bed and startled her by kneeling there naked. He grabbed her hands, placing a kiss on the back of each one.
“Lady Jennifer, Jennifer, my dearest love, will you marry me?”
“Of course I will. Hopefully, soon. You won’t make me wait too long, will you?”
His answer was to kiss her soundly. Long moments later, he released her and stood. She noted that his breathing was as hard as hers. She also noted that he was remarkably recuperative. However, he retrieved the rest of his clothes and dressed, with her watching the whole time.
“Just think,” she said, “I’ll be able to do this every day.”
He hesitated in the act of buttoning his shirt. “Only if I get to reciprocate.”
“Of course.”
Once he was ready, he bent and kissed her. That took a few minutes and would have taken longer if Jennifer had her way. Unfortunately, Gordon was determined to do the right thing and left the room, intent on finding Ellen.
Ellen realized that people still had the ability to surprise her, no matter how old she got.
Who would have believed that Gordon McDonnell—misnamed, but he would probably keep it—would find his way to Davis, who would knock on her door and inform her that she was needed? She certainly hadn’t expected it. Perhaps that was her first mistake. Her second was underestimating the man who stood waiting in her sitting room.
“Mrs. Thornton.”
Anyone with half a brain knew that he’d spent a considerable amount of time in Jennifer’s room. Should she say something to that effect?
He took the decision out of her hands with his next words.
“Since you are, essentially, Jennifer’s only relative, I thought it would be best to consult you.”
