Page 75 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Afew hours later, we sat on a large blanket under an oak tree. The view of the Highlands beyond the river stretched in front of us and the view was breathtaking. There was nothing around us but the glorious sky and the sweet-scented fresh earth beneath us.

“Is all of Scotland so beautiful?” I asked him. “Or did your family coincidentally snatch two of the best properties in the whole country?”

He scooted me closer into his lap and wrapped his arms around me. We just had little sandwiches his cook prepared along with some champagne and we both felt relaxed.

“All of Scotland is beautiful,” he told me, his warm breath on my skin. “I want to show you all of it.”

I liked the sound of that. He has shown me more of Scotland in two weeks than I’ve seen in all the months since I’ve moved here. He’d shaken me up and made my world right again. He’d made me open my eyes and see the world in all its beautiful glory.

But under the sunshine and in view of the breathtaking sights, I worried that I could ruin this. Afterall, I was the one that had been dead inside for so long before I met him.

“Would you rather we had gone somewhere else for our honeymoon?” Lachlan’s voice startled me.

I glanced back at him in surprise. “No, why do you ask?”

“You went silent on me,” he commented, his fingers playing with my hair.

“I was just thinking,” I replied in a low voice, enjoying his fingers in my hair and on my scalp. “I would like it very much if you showed me all of Scotland.”

His hands moved down to my neck and my shoulders, his fingers gently working out the knots in them. My eyes closed, I enjoyed his touch and expert hands.

“What were you thinking about, Eve?”

I was thinking I got the better end of the deal here and you brought me back to life.

“I like it here,” I answered instead. “This place is just as magical as your other one.”

“Ours,” he corrected me and added in a light tone. “Except for the books, they are yours.”

With a smile on my face, I glanced backwards and we locked eyes. His hands went to my waist, hauling me closer to him so I was straddling his lap.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, his palms gliding over the small of my back. I pulled my fingers through his thick dark hair and kissed his strong jaw. I loved everything about this man.

One of his hands sank into my hair, while the other cupped the side of my face.

“You are gorgeous,” he rasped, his thumb caressing my cheekbone. “Inside and out.”

He lowered his lips to my throat. He trailed his mouth over my vein, nibbled the side of my neck where my pulse hammered furiously. Then he kissed right below my ear and my head tilted to accommodate him better.

“You taste like green apples and spring rain,” his voice was a gentle stroke against my skin.

“Lachlan,” his name left my lips on a moan.

His mouth crashed over mine, and I opened wanting all of it. The kiss was hungry, needy, and demanding. He clamped his arms around me, drawing me nearer, but even that wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Guid efternuin,” a male voice reached me through my desire, and both Lachlan and I froze at the same moment.

I hurriedly pushed myself away from him but his hands held me close.

“Good Afternoon, William,” Lachlan greeted someone behind me. I was mortified to look behind me but it would be beyond rude not to greet him. I turned around, still straddling my husband’s hips, and faced the onlooker.

Red as a tomato at that point, I greeted an elderly gentleman with silvery white hair and a mischievous smile on his wrinkled face. He supported himself with a cane, and he looked frail but I got a sense that nothing passed by him.

“Hello,” I muttered embarrassed.

“Hullo, Lachlan and lass,” he greeted us.

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