Page 49 of Her Reluctant Highlander Husband

“We’ll have to wait and see,” Bryce said vaguely, the way he’d answered the last hundred questions she’d asked. She barely noticed when he put Rascal out of the room so they were alone.

“I suppose there’s no harm in trying. If he’s too busy, it would be understand—” Her words were cut off when Bryce’s lips came down on hers. He kissed her until she moaned and rubbed against him, her heart pounding. He nipped at her bottom lip and pulled away to smile down at her.

“Enough talking about the man. He’ll either write you back or he won’t. For now, I will do my best to distract you.”

She laughed as he lowered his head to kiss her jaw and then her neck. He continued lower, as he pulled down her shift, exposing her breasts. He sucked in a nipple and ran his tongue over her tightened flesh while his fingers found their way to that special place just for him.

Soon she felt the familiar tension building in her core. It wouldn’t take much to push her over into that place where she ceased to exist. Where there was only pleasure and light.

Before she reached that place, he stopped. When she groaned her disappointment, the wretch chuckled.

“Steady, lass, I’ll see you’re taken care of, but we have all night.”

She relaxed at the truth of his words. Many nights one of them would wake and reach for the other. They would join in the darkness quietly. Taking and sharing when needed.

He rolled on his back, taking her with him, and she smiled down into his cocky grin. At first she thought it a great honor to be given the position of power, but when Bryce crossed his arms behind his head and settled in, she realized she’d been tricked.

“Ye lazy beast,” she teased as she slid him inside her.

He sucked in a quick breath when she was seated, and then a devilish smile took over his face. “Aye. You’ve found me out. Should I apologize?” he asked while pressing up from the bed to fill her completely.

She didn’t think an apology was necessary.

She rocked her body on top of his, sometimes moving quickly, sometimes moving so slowly he groaned in frustration and pushed up. In the end, when he’d finished with play, he grabbed hold of her hips and thrust into her, causing her to reach her pleasure and cry out.

She crumpled on top of him, her ear over his heart where it beat so fast she feared it might burst. “Am I a good lover?” she asked, curious to know.

He chuckled, the sound echoing through his chest to her ear. “You are better than good. You are the greatest of lovers.”

The greatest? She didn’t say anything as his body tensed under hers. Perhaps he had just realized what he’d said. For it sounded as if he was saying she was somehow a better lover than Maggie.

Surely that couldn’t be true. No doubt Maggie was great as well. That must have been the case. It seemed as such to hear him speak of her. The way she haunted him still. Dorie didn’t let that bother her. She held on to the compliment with joy in her heart.

“Thank you, Bryce. I think you’re the greatest as well.”

…

Had Bryce just told Dorie she was the greatest lover he’d had? He rubbed his temple as she lay sprawled across his chest in bliss, and thought over his words.

He hadn’t said it exactly that way, but he understood what his words implied. He’d said Dorie was the greatest. What was worse, it was true. From a purely physical way, at least.

His heart would only ever belong to one woman, but his body stirred even now for Dorie.

For a moment he thought he’d spoken hastily because he’d not been thinking steadily, but that wasn’t the case. He knew as he held her while his breathing came back to normal that what he’d said was true.

Dorie was an uninhibited and responsive lover. He’d not had a partner long enough to learn what pleased her since Maggie. So discovering Dorie’s hidden pleasures excited him. She touched him where she pleased and cried out in desire when he touched her.

He refused to compare his wives. It wasn’t fair to either of them and served no purpose. Dorie was the wife that was here with him now, so he would do her the honor of being with her and her alone while they were in bed together.

He kissed her hair and then her temple. She raised her head to smile at him and slid her leg over his, pressing her hips against his thigh.

“I have been blessed with a lustful wife,” he uttered as his hand trailed over her back to grasp her buttock.

“And I am blessed with a dutiful husband.” She giggled against his neck, the sound stirring him to action.

Over the following weeks, Bryce allowed himself to be happy. The pain of Maggie’s loss was still there, strong and unrelenting, but he was able to see past it to the life he had before him.

Dorie was a kind woman, beautiful and funny. He would take her treats he wrangled from the kitchen or look for her in the hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of her smile. She was always smiling these days. And when he got her alone in their room, they came together as if they were made for each other.