Gretna didn’t want to, but her body was relaxed for the first time in a long while and it pulled her under before she couldstop it. Her last thought was that after what Remy did to her, she couldn’t marry James or anyone else for that matter.
12
Remy sat in the chair, his hands hanging between his legs as he watched Gretna sleep in his bed. He shouldn’t have touched her. He knew that. Ian was going to gut him with his own sword for touching his sister but when she burst through the door, tears in her eyes, he was at a loss for what to do.
He could never stand a woman’s tears, but in Gretna's eyes, they were heart-rending.
Now his hands had touched her body, given her her first dose of pleasure. Even now he could still hear the moans in his ear and taste her on his lips. It was both heaven and hell for he wanted more of Gretna Wallace.
More than he should.
Wiping a hand over his face, Remy tried to think of a plan for the morning. They had to leave. That arse wasn’t worth Gretna’s time or her kindness. In fact, Remy was glad that she had seen him for what he was before the vows were read and now he could take her home where she belonged.
Ian was going to kill him.
Gretna stirred and her eyes opened, focusing on him. Remy swallowed his worries and approached the bed, crouching down before her. “How do ye feel, lass?”
Her eyes searched his. “Is it morning yet?”
He shook his head and she held out her hand. “Then why are ye not in bed, Remy?”
Remy didn’t want to tell her that he wanted nothing more than to curl around her warm body, to take their pleasure to a place she had never seen before. He wanted to apologize to her, to swear that he wouldn’t touch her again. “I.”
Gretna rose, her expression insistent. “Now, Remy Wallace. I willna take no for an answer.”
Shit. Remy rose to his feet and placed his various weapons on the table, fully expecting to keep his lower half clothed so that there would be no temptation on either part to consummate anything between them. She didn’t deserve to settle for the likes of him. Gretna had always been destined for more.
Once he was done, he climbed into bed behind her, squeezing his large frame between the wall and her lush body. The shift in weight caused Gretna to roll toward him and he was forced to wrap his arms around her to make them both comfortable. “There,” he said gruffly. “Are ye happy, lass?”
She sighed, her hand falling to his bare chest. Remy felt the softness of her fingers pressed into his muscle and his cock stirred once more, pressing painfully against his breeks. This was a very poorly thought-out plan on his part. “Why didna take mah innocence, Remy?”
He hadn’t expected her to ask the question, but his answer was easy. “That’s for yer husband tae do, not mah.”
Gretna looked up and their eyes met. “Even if I wanted ye tae do so?”
She was far too trusting of him, but then again, he wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt her. She wasn’t like the others he had inhis bed over the years and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was Ian’s sister either. Gretna deserved more. She wasn’t the type for a tup in bed. She had fanciful notions of love and a future, all the things he had avoided all his life. “Even then,” he told her, his voice hoarse. “Ye are angry and hurt aboot James. Tis no reason to willingly give up yer innocence.”
Her brow furrowed and he reached out to smooth it. “Tell mah I am lying through mah teeth.”
“Yer not,” she bit out.
Remy dropped his hand and rolled to his back, with her pressed up on his left side. He wasn’t upset that she had come to him. He would much rather her do so than go find some random Scot to take her frustrations out on. They wouldn’t have stopped with just her pleasure.
“Can I ask ye a question?”
He looked over at her. “Aye, ye can, lass.”
She wet her lips and his groin tightened. “How many women have ye had in yer bed?”
Only Gretna would think it was alright to ask another such a personal question. In truth, Remy couldn’t remember, but none of them mattered now. He was going to have a hell of a time getting over her in his bed, even if he never buried himself between her thighs. “Lass,” he said with a heavy breath. “None who matters now.” They never had,p to him. He had given them what they wanted and gotten what he wanted in return, but they were all just nameless faces in his mind.
None had pierced his heart and that terrified him.
Her expression softened. “Are ye certain I canna touch ye?”
Remy huffed a laugh. “Lass, if ye touch mah now I will lose mahself like a lad in his first lass.” Her effect on him had surprised Remy.
“Wot if I ask tae?” Gretna whispered. “I won’t hurt ye.”
