Page 70 of Highlander’s Haunted Past

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Alog in the fireplace shifted, sending a scattering of sparks through the air. Kenna glanced over at the flames, the only thing in this room that did not seem to be frozen in time.

Rob still knelt in front of her, his cheeks rosy while his hands rested against her stomach. His eyes were wide and full of curiosity as he stared straight ahead. As if he was trying to look inside of her and see the babe there for himself. Kenna resisted the urge to laugh.

“And ye’re sure?” he finally asked, breaking his gaze at her stomach to look up at her.

“Aye. The healer seemed confident.”

Kenna watched as a hint of a smile shattered the perfectly round ‘O’ of his mouth. His hands moved across her stomach and sides while his eyes wandered back down her body.

“Ye do seem to be a bit plumper than ye were before.”

Kenna’s foot moved of its own accord, thrashing out and shoving Rob back so that he tipped over and collapsed on the rug spread across the floor. He was laughing before he even hit the ground, and Kenna couldn’t help but join him.

“‘Twas an awfully rude thing to say.”

“Well, lass, ‘tis my duty as a husband to be honest with ye.” Rob reached up and took her by the wrists, pulling her from the chair so that she landed on top of him. “Don’t ye worry, lass. I already told ye once that I’ll care fer ye no matter yer looks.”

“Thank ye,” she retorted, resting her chin against his chest so that she could stare at his face, catching the moments where his emotions flipped from joy to wonder to fear and back again.

“One time? That was really all I needed?”

“Aye and thank the Lord fer it. If I am lucky, it will be a son, and my duties as a wife will be complete. I’ll never need to even see ye again,” she teased.

“Oh?” Rob’s face darkened, a dangerous smile spreading across his lips.

Kenna shivered, feeling a rush of heat coursing through her, making her heart race. When Rob moved, he did it so quickly and suddenly that Kenna hardly comprehended that she was now on her back, staring up at Rob as his eyes roved across her.

“Now that ‘tis no longer a duty, lass, I guess it will only have to be fer pleasure,” he said, lowering his mouth to suck gently on her neck.

Kenna felt the space between her thighs begin to throb with longing. Her need for him had been there for weeks, resting just beneath her surface and waiting for the sure promise of release. She wanted to grab him, entangling her fingers in his hair so she could bring him even closer to her, but something inside of her was still resisting. She didn’t want to give up her sanity so soon.

She was not sure what possessed her to reach up and put her hand on his chest, pushing him up so that his lips pulled away from her, but her entire body screamed at the distance.

“Pleasure? What makes ye so sure that is how I feel?” she asked.

Rob smirked, and his fingers slipped down and beneath her skirts. “Is that not what is making ye so wet down here?”

Kenna gasped as he touched her, her body ready and waiting for more. But then, just as fast as he had come, he was gone. She looked up at him, at that devilish lopsided smirk he was now giving her.

“Well? Shall it be duty only or pleasure from now on?”

“Arrogant bastard,” she replied, reaching up to wrap her arms around him.

“Stubborn lass,” he said just before he closed the distance between them.

His tongue interwove with hers, pulling a soft moan from her as his hands slipped from beneath her skirt and made their way to the bright red ribbon that was holding the robe around her. He gave it a gentle tug and opened the robe, letting the soft green fabric fall to her sides.

His breath hitched, and he swore as he took in the sight of her, his confident face faltering just a bit as a shiver ran through him.

She had, despite how it ferociously it had made her blush, dressed in the scandalous nightgown that Florence had ordered for her. The fabric was nearly all a soft and thin lace, meaning that nearly nothing of her was truly concealed. The neckline dipped low, so low that you could see the darkness of her nipples just barely peeking out.

While he stared, Kenna smiled, enjoying this moment of power she was holding over him.

“Ye should even the score a bit,” Kenna said, reaching out to tug at the hem of his shirt.

He sat up onto his knees, allowing Kenna to slowly run her hands up along his chest, taking the shirt away with her until, at last, she pulled it off of him and threw it across the room. Her hands went to his chest, running here and there as she so wished. His chest reminded her of the Highlands, full of hills and valleys and hard edges. He flushed at her touch, and she felt the heat under his kilt building.