Malcolm scooped her up and strode to the bed. He placed her in the middle and lay alongside, stroking herhip.
He looked into her eyes and marvelled at her beauty. She was the most enchanting creature he’d everbeheld.
“I love you, SheonaMacDonald.”
She traced her finger over his scar and smiled. Somehow she made him forget he even had it when she looked at him likethat.
“I love you too, MalcolmMacLeod.”
“You go too far, wife. Everyone knows the woman takes the man’sname.”
She rolled over on top of him, straddled him, and grinned. Her hair fell all around them, like a secret screen keeping the world out. In here there was no feud, nor anything that could distract from the love theyshared.
“In my bed chamber, I may call you what Iwish.”
“Is that so? And what makes you think you can get away withit?”
“Because I know how to make youyield.”
“Oh doyou?”
“Aye.”
His pulse quickened. He wanted her to do anything and everything tohim.
“Showme.”
Sheona started at his neck and brushed soft kisses there and along his jaw. He swallowed hard when she hovered above his mouth. Her soft breath fanned his face and his loins tightened when she tilted her hips to make contact with hiserection.
“Ahhh woman, you know what Ilike.”
“That I do,husband.”
She closed her lips over his and kissed him long and deep. He grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back so he could return the favour. He loved her with abandon until they were both boneless and gasping forbreath.
A future with her, and without a bloody feud, was more than any man could ever hope for. He curled his arm around her and lay on his side. She’d been the key and the answer all along and he thanked whatever force had brought themtogether.
