Catherine said, her voice falling to a hush. “Aye. I’m thinking about it.” He was disturbed by the intensity of his feelings—not just his desire, but his adoration and affection—and the complete abandonment of his long-established caution when it came to intimacy of any kind. What had she done to him? She crossed toward him. “I won’t let you. I’ve been waiting all day and night for you, and I want this.” “Do you always get what you want?” he asked. “Because I don’t.” She dropped her shawl onto the back of a chair and reached up to unfasten the brooch at his shoulder. “Well, I promise that you can have it tonight. Some of it, at any rate.” She set the heavy brooch on the table, and with graceful hands, slid his tartan down over his arm while he kept his eyes fixed on hers and came up with a dozen and one reasons why he shouldn’t allow this to continue. In the end, however, he lifted his arms over his head so that she could remove his shirt, and when she tossed it to the chair on top of her shawl, he basked in the heat of her sultry gaze.
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