Campbell opened the door to a masculine, barren bedchamber. “Yours?” “Aye.” He nodded and stepped all the way in. “And now also yours.” She moved through the doorway, taking in the simple furnishings, lack of bed curtain and the stark shutters against the stone walls. “I am not to have my own chamber?” “No.” Sorcha gazed at her new husband with concern. “Why?” “The laird and lady have always shared a chamber within our clan.” She raised one eyebrow in challenge. “Perhaps now is the time to start a new tradition.” Her husband stepped closer to her and Sorcha had to force away the need to retreat. She would meet him head-on with whatever he brought. “Ye dinna want to continue what we started?” He traced a seductive path up her arm, tickling her prickled flesh before swirling a delicate circle on her collarbone. “Now it is my right.” Her body reacted immediately—nipples hardened, cunny tingling—all of her begging for more of his illicit touch. His seduction.
