It felt so right to hold her like this. For
now, this was a step in the right direction. This was enough.
He held the brave
lass against his chest while she wept into his shirt. What a braw lass that
would accept him as he was, broken and battered and love him enough to have him
anyway.
..ooOoo..
Emma fell asleep
in Gavin’s arms. She was exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day’s
events. The comfort of Gavin’s arms had lulled her into a reluctant, dream
filled slumber. His scent calmed her like a soothing blanket. He still
smelled like Gavin.
Gavin looked down
at the beautiful lass that slept in his arms. He had been a lucky man indeed
to have claimed such a woman. He brushed the hair gently back from her face
and noticed how the corner of her mouth tugged up into the faintest smile in
response to his touch. It was clear that she had loved him very much.
His body betrayed
him as he felt arousal stirring beneath his kilt. It had been a long time since
Gavin had touched a woman. He knew this to be certain because of the way that
his body responded to Emma. Feeling her nestled so innocently atop his manhood
stirred desire deep within him. He fought to push his desirous thoughts from
his mind, astonished by how his body responded so readily to Emma. He must
have loved her. He wondered what it had been like to make love to her and his
cock pulsed eagerly in response.
Gavin gathered
Emma in his arms and stood from the chair. He walked over and laid her gently
atop the giant four poster bed. This had been the bed that they had shared.
He settled a quilt over her sleeping frame and watched her in awe. How could
this lass have accepted him so readily, memory or no? How could she vow to
love him despite what had happened?
Gavin shook his
head and walked back towards the fire. He removed his linen shirt at laid it
over the back of the overstuffed chair. He made a bed atop the rug in front of
the fire, staring blankly into the dancing flames.
“What in the hell
am I going tae do?” he muttered aloud as he raked a hand through his hair. He
had a wife! He racked his brain, again trying to remember something, anything
about this beautiful, intriguing woman.
Sleep overtook him
slowly. When his body finally relented to the exhaustion of the day’s
overwhelming events, his mind calmed and he succumbed to the solace of sleep.
Gavin awoke
suddenly when he realized that he was had been dreaming. His eyes scanned the
contents of the chamber, glancing over the flagstone floors and the eerily
familiar stones surrounding the fireplace. He had dreamed of making love to a
woman before this very fire.
..ooOoo..
Emma awoke near midnight, immediately aware that she was not alone in her chamber.
Gavin! She
thought as she bolted upright in bed.
Her eyes scanned
the room, and she found him, chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber
before the dwindling fire. Emma slid from the bed and grabbed a quilt, tip
toeing silently across the large room. She knelt next to Gavin and watched him
sleep, still not believing that he had returned to her.
His thick black
eyelashes rested on his cheek, and his jaw line had a hint of stubble. Emma
ached to trail her finger over his cheek and feel the delicious scratch of his
new beard against her finger. Her heart fluttered as she remembered what it
had felt like when he had nuzzled her neck, when he had kissed her between her
thighs with that tickling stubble on his face. Emma closed her eyes and said a
silent prayer for strength.
Gavin had stripped
off his shirt, and the dim light of the coals in the fire made his skin glow.
His muscles were sinewy and looked tense even when he slept. He was so
beautiful to her. Her fingers ached to touch him, but she forced herself to
hold back. She wanted to run her fingers over every inch of his flesh just to
assure that he was here before her, whole and
now, this was a step in the right direction. This was enough.
He held the brave
lass against his chest while she wept into his shirt. What a braw lass that
would accept him as he was, broken and battered and love him enough to have him
anyway.
..ooOoo..
Emma fell asleep
in Gavin’s arms. She was exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day’s
events. The comfort of Gavin’s arms had lulled her into a reluctant, dream
filled slumber. His scent calmed her like a soothing blanket. He still
smelled like Gavin.
Gavin looked down
at the beautiful lass that slept in his arms. He had been a lucky man indeed
to have claimed such a woman. He brushed the hair gently back from her face
and noticed how the corner of her mouth tugged up into the faintest smile in
response to his touch. It was clear that she had loved him very much.
His body betrayed
him as he felt arousal stirring beneath his kilt. It had been a long time since
Gavin had touched a woman. He knew this to be certain because of the way that
his body responded to Emma. Feeling her nestled so innocently atop his manhood
stirred desire deep within him. He fought to push his desirous thoughts from
his mind, astonished by how his body responded so readily to Emma. He must
have loved her. He wondered what it had been like to make love to her and his
cock pulsed eagerly in response.
Gavin gathered
Emma in his arms and stood from the chair. He walked over and laid her gently
atop the giant four poster bed. This had been the bed that they had shared.
He settled a quilt over her sleeping frame and watched her in awe. How could
this lass have accepted him so readily, memory or no? How could she vow to
love him despite what had happened?
Gavin shook his
head and walked back towards the fire. He removed his linen shirt at laid it
over the back of the overstuffed chair. He made a bed atop the rug in front of
the fire, staring blankly into the dancing flames.
“What in the hell
am I going tae do?” he muttered aloud as he raked a hand through his hair. He
had a wife! He racked his brain, again trying to remember something, anything
about this beautiful, intriguing woman.
Sleep overtook him
slowly. When his body finally relented to the exhaustion of the day’s
overwhelming events, his mind calmed and he succumbed to the solace of sleep.
Gavin awoke
suddenly when he realized that he was had been dreaming. His eyes scanned the
contents of the chamber, glancing over the flagstone floors and the eerily
familiar stones surrounding the fireplace. He had dreamed of making love to a
woman before this very fire.
..ooOoo..
Emma awoke near midnight, immediately aware that she was not alone in her chamber.
Gavin! She
thought as she bolted upright in bed.
Her eyes scanned
the room, and she found him, chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber
before the dwindling fire. Emma slid from the bed and grabbed a quilt, tip
toeing silently across the large room. She knelt next to Gavin and watched him
sleep, still not believing that he had returned to her.
His thick black
eyelashes rested on his cheek, and his jaw line had a hint of stubble. Emma
ached to trail her finger over his cheek and feel the delicious scratch of his
new beard against her finger. Her heart fluttered as she remembered what it
had felt like when he had nuzzled her neck, when he had kissed her between her
thighs with that tickling stubble on his face. Emma closed her eyes and said a
silent prayer for strength.
Gavin had stripped
off his shirt, and the dim light of the coals in the fire made his skin glow.
His muscles were sinewy and looked tense even when he slept. He was so
beautiful to her. Her fingers ached to touch him, but she forced herself to
hold back. She wanted to run her fingers over every inch of his flesh just to
assure that he was here before her, whole and
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