Try as he might, Alexander couldn’t banish the thought. It supplanted even his anxiety over his unpleasant altercation with Caithness, which was extreme. Upon Alexander’s return home, he’d wanted nothing more than to hold her, sink into her, and forget the worry that scudded like acid through his veins. But now … this. She dinna like her room. Even as he kissed her and caressed her and gently removed her nightdress, the thought clanged through him like a church bell. She pushed him back against the pillows and began unfastening his belt. He helped her as she removed his boots and tugged down his breeks, but truly, his mind was beset. As much as he wanted this, as much as he’d wanted it all week, his thoughts roiled. He should have been distracted by the curve of her breast, or her moans when he nibbled on her thrusting nipples. The silk of her skin or her scent or, for heaven’s sake, her fervor as she undressed him. But he wasn’t. He couldn’t bear the thought that he’d disappointed her.
What do You think about Hannah And The Highlander?
