A Highlander's Heart: A Sexy Regency Romance (Highland Knights Book 1) by Jennifer Haymore Page A
Authors: Jennifer Haymore
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the pins from her hair, letting it fall in blonde waves down to her waist, then used a towel to wash her face.
Patting her cheeks dry, she looked over her shoulder at him. “Will you help me with my laces?”
He took a deep, shuddering breath, suddenly feeling like a green lad given leave to touch a lass for the first time. He cleared his throat. “Aye, of course.”
He stepped behind her and stared at the sight of his wife from the back before gently moving her silky hair aside and beginning to undo her laces. The muslin opened slowly, exposing more creamy skin and supple curves with each lace. He stroked her warm skin, light, swiping touches as he moved his hands to the next tie. Her breaths grew deeper, and he became certain of one thing—his touch still affected her.
Finally, the dress slid down, snagging on her hips, but he helped it along, pushing it over the gentle curves so it pooled at her feet, exposing the tight lacings of her stays running in Xs up her spine.
When she stood in front of him like this, half-naked, exposing the swanlike curve of her neck, trusting him with her back to him, he forgot about war and loss and grief. He forgot about this strange house and their reasons for being here.
There was just him and Claire. A man and a woman who wanted each other.
He worked on her stays, pulling the string through the eyeholes until it gapped open, and he lifted it over her head as she obediently held her arms up. Then she stepped away from her dress and turned to him, the color high on her cheeks.
“Thank you.” Her throat moved as she swallowed, drawing his gaze from her flushed cheeks down to her neck and lower. Her nipples had tightened to sharp beads, pushing against the material of her thin chemise.
He dragged his gaze back up to her face. “I…er… It’s been a verra long time, Claire. My injury’s mostly healed…and if we go to bed together tonight…” He pulled in a deep breath. “Lying with you…I’m no’ sure I’ll be able to control myself.”
Her gaze softened, and she touched his cheek, a featherlight caress. “Then don’t.”
Chapter Six
Rob couldn’t remember ever having undressed so rapidly. His jacket, waistcoat, and kilt were off in a matter of seconds. Down to his knee-length shirt, he quickly washed himself using the water in the basin, then turned back to Claire, toweling off.
The humor in her eyes was unmistakable.
“I forgot how refreshing you are,” she murmured.
“Refreshing? You find me
refreshing
?”
“I do,” she said, a smile blooming on her face. “You Highlanders aren’t as tightly wound as your British counterparts. You’re fearless and brave. You’re passionate. You go after what you want.”
“I dinna ken about any o’ that,” he grumbled. “Save the ‘go after what you want’ part.”
“Really?”
“Aye, because I ken what I want. And I’ll be going after it. Now.”
He stalked toward her and yanked her into his arms. She squealed and grabbed his shirt. “I think you should take this off, husband.”
In return, he bunched the waist of her chemise in one fist. “Oh, aye? Then this’ll come off too, wife.”
“Must it?”
“It must.” He tugged it up, leaving her dressed only in her shoes and stockings and exposing her most private parts. His cock went from semihard to granite in the space of a single second.
He was so overcome by the sight of her that he’d forgotten to finish the task of removing her chemise, so she did it for him, pulling it over her head, leaving her bare for him.
“Good God,” he whispered, so awed he found himself unable to say anything else. From the first time they’d been together, she’d been unabashed and bold in the bedroom. He’d never met a woman like her.
Her hands clasped her opposite shoulders, and a furrow appeared between her brows. “Should I stop? Is it too fast?”
“God, no. It’s just—you’re so beautiful.” He remembered his first thought on seeing her at
Patting her cheeks dry, she looked over her shoulder at him. “Will you help me with my laces?”
He took a deep, shuddering breath, suddenly feeling like a green lad given leave to touch a lass for the first time. He cleared his throat. “Aye, of course.”
He stepped behind her and stared at the sight of his wife from the back before gently moving her silky hair aside and beginning to undo her laces. The muslin opened slowly, exposing more creamy skin and supple curves with each lace. He stroked her warm skin, light, swiping touches as he moved his hands to the next tie. Her breaths grew deeper, and he became certain of one thing—his touch still affected her.
Finally, the dress slid down, snagging on her hips, but he helped it along, pushing it over the gentle curves so it pooled at her feet, exposing the tight lacings of her stays running in Xs up her spine.
When she stood in front of him like this, half-naked, exposing the swanlike curve of her neck, trusting him with her back to him, he forgot about war and loss and grief. He forgot about this strange house and their reasons for being here.
There was just him and Claire. A man and a woman who wanted each other.
He worked on her stays, pulling the string through the eyeholes until it gapped open, and he lifted it over her head as she obediently held her arms up. Then she stepped away from her dress and turned to him, the color high on her cheeks.
“Thank you.” Her throat moved as she swallowed, drawing his gaze from her flushed cheeks down to her neck and lower. Her nipples had tightened to sharp beads, pushing against the material of her thin chemise.
He dragged his gaze back up to her face. “I…er… It’s been a verra long time, Claire. My injury’s mostly healed…and if we go to bed together tonight…” He pulled in a deep breath. “Lying with you…I’m no’ sure I’ll be able to control myself.”
Her gaze softened, and she touched his cheek, a featherlight caress. “Then don’t.”
Chapter Six
Rob couldn’t remember ever having undressed so rapidly. His jacket, waistcoat, and kilt were off in a matter of seconds. Down to his knee-length shirt, he quickly washed himself using the water in the basin, then turned back to Claire, toweling off.
The humor in her eyes was unmistakable.
“I forgot how refreshing you are,” she murmured.
“Refreshing? You find me
refreshing
?”
“I do,” she said, a smile blooming on her face. “You Highlanders aren’t as tightly wound as your British counterparts. You’re fearless and brave. You’re passionate. You go after what you want.”
“I dinna ken about any o’ that,” he grumbled. “Save the ‘go after what you want’ part.”
“Really?”
“Aye, because I ken what I want. And I’ll be going after it. Now.”
He stalked toward her and yanked her into his arms. She squealed and grabbed his shirt. “I think you should take this off, husband.”
In return, he bunched the waist of her chemise in one fist. “Oh, aye? Then this’ll come off too, wife.”
“Must it?”
“It must.” He tugged it up, leaving her dressed only in her shoes and stockings and exposing her most private parts. His cock went from semihard to granite in the space of a single second.
He was so overcome by the sight of her that he’d forgotten to finish the task of removing her chemise, so she did it for him, pulling it over her head, leaving her bare for him.
“Good God,” he whispered, so awed he found himself unable to say anything else. From the first time they’d been together, she’d been unabashed and bold in the bedroom. He’d never met a woman like her.
Her hands clasped her opposite shoulders, and a furrow appeared between her brows. “Should I stop? Is it too fast?”
“God, no. It’s just—you’re so beautiful.” He remembered his first thought on seeing her at
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