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His gentle smile summoned her own.
She reached up, gripped his arms with her hands and pulled him to her.
He entered her gently. She closed her eyes, startled at the sensation. She wanted him again. Needed him. In moments she was overwhelmed by passion, unable to separate all the various pleasure points in her body.
“Ceana,” he said, breathing her name on a sigh as he surged into her.
Her hands gripped his upper arms as the tension built.
Over and over he surged into her, pressing her up against the headboard. One arm reached under her and lifted her effortlessly to him. To her surprise and delight, she climaxed again.
Seconds later he erupted, his cry mingling with hers.
She held him close, feeling his heart beating wildly against her. Turning her head, she pressed her lips against his bristly cheek.
The rapid beat of his heart made her smile, feeling oddly victorious.
Her fingers and toes tingled. Bliss filled her, blessedly deadening the voice of her conscience.
She hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Or to wake up cuddled against him, his arm over her waist, his hand flat against her breasts.
His erection cradled her bottom and she knew the exact moment he was awake.
“I have to leave,” she said. A hint he shouldn’t expect anything further, especially since his erection was growing. She scooted out of the way, her smile broadening when he chuckled.
“It’s dawn,” he said. “You should leave before Brianag discovers you’re here.”
The thought of the housekeeper finding her was enough to stop her heart for a second.
She sat up, gathering the sheet in front of her. “You said that just to scare me,” she said.
His grin was unrepentant and utterly charming. She ran her fingers through her hair, knowing it was a mess of curls around her head. Her chin was no doubt pink from his night beard, just as there were places all over her body slightly sore from being fiercely loved twice.
Daring herself, she dropped the sheet and walked naked into the sitting room, where she gathered up her nightgown and wrapper. How odd to wear mourning on this beautiful dawn. For the first time in three years something had replaced the yawning loneliness of her life.
The strangest thing was, she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed. She felt well loved, satiated. Satisfied. Well pleased.
He stood at the door between the two rooms. She turned, stretched out her hand, then pulled it back. Words were behind her. Besides, what could she say? She only nodded to him, opened the door slowly and looked both ways. She sent him another glance before she left, closing the door quietly behind her and racing to her suite, hoping she was unseen but not caring all that much if she was.
Some things were worth the price you paid for them. She knew she would always feel that way about this night with Bruce.
CHAPTERNINE
Macrath was pacing.
That he was pacing in front of her was a sign to Virginia of how distressed he was. Normally, he did everything in his power to prevent her from becoming worried. As if his children didn’t do that every single day.
Did it have to do with Carlton? Her son had been suspiciously well behaved for the last few days, but he’d also been cloyingly present. Usually, she had to go in search of her youngest child. Now he was always underfoot. That, too, was odd.
His birthday wasn’t coming up, so his good behavior couldn’t be ascribed to wishing for an expensive present from Edinburgh. Had Macrath promised him some reward if he behaved himself?
“Were you like Carlton when you were younger?” she asked, not the first time she’d thought such a thing.
The question did exactly what she wanted it to do, stopped him in mid-pace.
He turned and stared at her. “No,” he said, his tone disbelieving. “I was working too hard.”
“Maybe that’s what you need to do for him,” she said calmly. “If there’s nothing he can do to help you here, maybe Mairi and Logan have duties.”
