Page 76 of His Forgotten Highland Bride

And feast he did. He was focusing first on her lovely breasts and the rosy peaks that hardened under his attention. He placed kisses on her stomach and trailed his tongue over the juncture between her body and thigh that made her squirm. Finally, he settled between her legs, where he kissed her intimately.

She sat up, pulling herself out of his reach. “May I try that?”

At first, he didn’t understand her request. Then, when he did, he thought he had to be wrong.

“You want to…?”

“The women in the kitchen spoke of it once, and I’m intrigued.”

“Intrigued?” He laughed. “Far be it from me to keep your curiosity from being sated.”

He allowed her to push him to his back as she mirrored his same movements, kissing his chest and moving lower. By the time her warm mouth touched him, he worried he’d spend at the sight, but he managed several good minutes of her exploration before he had to change positions again so he could slide into her.

Home.

He linked his fingers with hers as they moved together. Their gazes never shifted away from each other. Even when they reached their peak, they watched, sharing the most intimate moments. Experiencing their souls strengthened their bond.

And the love he saw in her eyes was exactly what he felt as they held each other in post-coital laziness.

He loved his wife.

He was easily as besotted as his father and stepfather had been over Ronan’s mother.

Heaven help him.

***

For all the pleasure Brenna had shared with her husband, she’d never been so rattled as she was this time. She felt raw and exposed for sharing so much, but rather than being weary, she felt powerful.

Every touch and glance as they dressed seemed to sizzle between them.

Tonight, Gabe and Isabelle would marry in the hall in a modest ceremony. There were still some last-minute things to be done, but Brenna couldn’t stop touching her husband, who seemed unable to let go of her.

With a growl, he opened the door and led her from their room. She expected the strange feeling to fade as they went about their day, but even as she spoke with Jane, she would catch her husband watching her, and they would share a private smile. Something had shifted. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he preferred her over even the most seductive temptress. But Brenna wasn’t sure that was it. Or at least not all of it.

Isabelle arrived from the village, and Brenna led her to one of the chambers to help her get ready for the ceremony. Jane, Corinne, and Ada had also come.

“Are you nervous, Isabelle?”

The girl shrugged.

Brenna had encouraged her guard to get to know his bride so they wouldn’t be complete strangers when they married, unlike she and Ronan.

“A kinder man you’ll not find,” Ada said.

“As his aunt, I’m sure you would not say otherwise,” Corinne mentioned. “But as I am not related to him, I can attest that it is true.”

Isabelle nodded with a small smile.

“I know of his kindness. The fact that I am preparing to wed him is proof of it. I wish… That is…” She rested her hand on her swollen belly, and Brenna thought she understood what the girl could not say.

“There is no sense to wish things were different. They are as they should be,” Brenna said. She only realized how much she believed that after the words were out.

Wishing Ronan had never gone to France or that they’d had the chance to know each other better before they married was a useless waste of time. They were together now and happy. Nothing else mattered.

When the bride was ready, they helped her down the stairs.

Ronan was waiting for her with a charming grin on his face. He patted her hand and led her into the hall, where a sickly looking Gabe stood next to the priest. Malcolm stood on his other side, looking grim as usual.