Page 53 of Draped in Plaid
“To think, Logan, that the princesses were born at Castle Rising, a castle that was in disrepair during our current time, and soon after restored. Almost as if Fate knew we’d be the ones to eventually save them.”
“Love, I still dinna understand it. All of it is a magical blur.”
“Magic. Fate. Destiny. All of it is intertwined.” I brushed my fingers over his lower lip, enjoying the feel of velvet against my skin.
Logan nipped my finger, a mischievous grin on his face. “The men and women who used to live on these lands believed in magic. Fairies, nymphs, the like.”
“And do you?”
Logan grinned, his hands sliding up and down my back, massaging my aching muscles. “How can I not when I’m married to a fair nymph? A magical time-traveling beauty, who has the power to seduce me with just a bat of her eyelashes.”
I scooted closer on his lap, feeling the solid length of him against my softer curves. “Tell me of this power. Does this help?” I lightly scratched the back of his neck, lightly tugged at his hair and he growled, leaning forward to bite me on my chin.
“Ye do know that when ye do that, I melt like a kitten getting scratched behind the ears.”
I giggled and tugged again. “Nothing about you is like a kitten, husband.”
“Not even how ye can make me purr?” Logan slid a hand up my ribs to cup my breast.
I sighed with pleasure. “Not even that, for you don’t purr. You growl. You groan. You curse. You hiss even.”
“Och, but a cat can hiss.” He pinched my nipple.
I moaned. “You’re not a cat. Unless maybe you’re a mountain lion.”
“Ah, aye, that I can be. A ferocious beast with an incessant appetite.” He leaned down to tease my nipple through the fabric of my nightgown.
I arched my back, breathing in his scent and moaning at the feel of his mouth on me. “And what are you hungry for?” I murmured.
“My wife, always.”
There came a knock at the door and I laughed. “I do hope you are also hungry for venison stew, because I’m certain that awaits you outside the door.”
“Alas, ye have figured out my other weakness—Cook’s penchant for savory stews.”
“And fresh baked bread.”
“And warm apple scones.”
“And wine.”
“And whisky.”
“My mouth is watering.” I leapt off his lap, a smile of joy on my face and Logan swatted me playfully on my behind.
I gave a little screech and ran to the door to allow the servants to bring our meal inside.
Once they’d set it up, we ate in silence with gusto. Neither of us had realized just how famished we were. I was grateful that the haze of whatever drug the scientist had fed us had worn off. That I could think and feel.
After our bowls of stew were wiped clean with the last of our bread, our apple scones reduced only to crumbs, we sipped our wine and stared at one another. Logan’s gaze more of a sensual smolder. And mine filled with anticipation.
We were alone, blessed with our happiness and all appeared right with the world.
“Come here.” Logan tapped his lap and I happily set down my wine and vacated my seat for him. “Ye make my life complete,mo chridhe.” Logan’s eyes were filled with intense emotion. “Ye and Saor. I love ye both with a passion I canna even comprehend. I feel it here.” He tapped his chest, palm open. “A strong beat.”
I pressed a kiss to the place where his heart beat for me. “I love you, Logan Grant. Protector of everything. Lover of all things sweet and all things wicked.”
“Lover of ye.” He skimmed his lips along my jaw line toward my ear.
