Page 48 of Highland Steel

“All right,” she said, liking that he was letting her be in control. “However, I’m not sure I’m experienced enough to be in this position.”

“Ye said yerself, ye’re a fast learner. Now stop talkin’ so much and kiss me.”

When she brought her mouth to his, he surprised her. He’d pushed up his plaid and she discovered he wore nothing underneath. He was ready to couple, and she was as well. Spreading her legs, she took him in, and started to move slowly.

“How do ye like it on top?” asked Logan.

“It feels so freeing.”

Logan yanked at the ribbon in her hair, and her locks cascaded down around her shoulders. Then he reached up, untying the laces at her bodice and slipping one hand inside to caress her breast.

Right there, in the middle of the field of bluebells, they made love. And when they both reached their climaxes, Rhoswen collapsed next to him on the ground. They both stared up at the bright blue sky, trying to calm their breathing.

“I think this is becomin’ a habit with us,” said Logan.

“A habit that I’m in no hurry to break,” she added. Lying next to him, she snuggled up closely, thinking this might be the best time to talk to him to ask for his help. She figured she’d ease into it gently by asking what he wanted to say to her first.

“Logan, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” she asked.

The ecstasy of their lovemaking was cut short when Logan heard what Rhoswen said. He froze, not able to tell her now. Not like this. Not after they’d just made love and were lying snuggled up together. He couldn’t tell her she and her siblings were no longer welcome, because it wasn’t the right place or time to do so. It would just have to wait.

“Ye go first,” he told her.

“All right,” she said, sitting up and fixing her gown. He lay there, putting his arms behind his head. “I wanted to ask you two things really.”

“Go ahead,” he said, having the feeling it would be something he wasn’t going to like.

“I really like it here, living with the MacKeefes. My siblings and I have nowhere else to go, and I was wondering if you could talk to Storm and ask him if we could stay here.”

“Ye mean, for now? Until ye return to England?”

“Nay, I mean forever.”

“So, ye dinna want to go back to England?” His heart almost stilled. “Willna ye miss yer land and yer people?”

“Nay, I won’t,” she told him. “The people I’ve met here in Scotland are so much friendlier. I don’t ever want to go back.”

Logan shot up to a sitting position. “No’ all of the Scots are friendly, so dinna believe it,” he told her. “And ye have a castle back home. Ye’ll probably inherit it now that yer faither is dead.”

“I’m a girl, Logan,” she said with a smile. “You know as well as I that I can’t inherit my father’s holdings.”

“But what about Newell then? He’s yer faither’s son. Surely, he will inherit.”

“I don’t think so. Mayhap if we had found the king’s sword, we could have begged King Richard to let us stay at our castle and not be punished for our father’s decision to steal from him. But without it, if we went back, we would probably hang.”

“Then ye need to find that sword and take it back to England.”

“Honestly, I don’t care about the sword anymore,” said Rhoswen. “Let the Drummonds have it. It doesn’t matter to me. But what I do want is to bring my nephew, Lockie, here.”

“Here?” Logan felt frantic. Things were not going the way he thought they would. “Ye mean ye want to steal the baby from the Drummonds and raise him here with my clan?”

She nodded. “Will you help me?”

“Help ye? Ye want me to risk my life, stealin’ Drummond’s baby? Are ye crazy?”

“It’s not his baby. It never was.”

“Ye’re out of yer mind, Rhoswen.”