When Dwyn smiled widely at him, and kissed his chin, Geordie shook his head with amusement. He liked making Dwyn smile. He’dfigure out something. He rather liked the idea of loving her in the tree. The image of her body lying back over her branch,her breasts bared as she straddled him on his branch, was an image burned in his mind. He’d like to see her like that again,but with her skirts up around her waist and him inside her. Aye, he’d think of something. But first he wanted to take herto the loch and make love to her under the waterfall. Geordie suspected that as sensitive as Dwyn was to touch, she wouldgo wild with him inside her and the water pouring down over their bodies. That was another image burned into his brain, thoughonly an imagined one. Dwyn on the small ledge he’d mentioned, her head back against the wall keeping her face out of the water,her back arched, breasts thrust up and nipples erect as water rained down over them while he stood between her legs, his cockburied in her lovely heat. Aye. He definitely wanted to go to the waterfall first.
“I love this spot,” Dwyn breathed when Geordie reined in his mount in a small clearing next to the loch. Her gaze slid overthe falls spilling over the cliff, the water silvered by the moonlight as it tumbled into this end of the loch, and she gavea little shiver of pleasure.
“I thought ye’d like it,” Geordie said, and the arm around her waist squeezed gently. “’Tis me favorite spot here at Buchanan.”
“Then ye may jest like Innes, m’laird. Some days the sea is as wild and powerful as those falls, and others as gentle as alamb, but ’tis always beautiful.”
She felt him press a kiss to the side of her head, and then he lifted her off of his lap and turned, leaning down to set heron the ground.
“One foot,” he reminded, and Dwyn lifted her still-bound foot before her slippered foot touched the earth. Grunting in satisfaction,he suggested, “Hold on to me mount to keep yer balance until I can carry ye to the water’s edge.”
Dwyn shifted the bag of food and drink she held to her right hand and clasped his saddle with her left as he dismounted andmoved to the front of his horse to tie the reins to a low branch of the tree he’d stopped under. Her gaze moved eagerly aroundthis small clearing as she waited. Dwyn could not believe she was so lucky. On the journey to Buchanan she’d been positivethe trip was a wasted effort, and that she’d never draw the attention of one of the Buchanan brothers. Yet here she was, marriedto Geordie, experiencing passion she’d never imagined, and having late-night adventures in the most beautiful spots.
The only thing that could make it any better was if he loved her, but Dwyn was too sensible to fret much over that. Love wasrare in a marriage, and she already had a great deal. Geordie seemed to like her well enough and enjoy her company . . . andhe wanted her. She had no doubt of that. It was obvious in the way he couldn’t resist touching or kissing her when nearby,in his passion as he loved her and even in the way his eyes burned when he looked at her. Aye, he wanted her, and that wasmiraculous enough for now.
Dwyn did hope that eventually finer feelings would grow between them. She felt sure her own emotions were already headed thatway. At times, just looking at Geordie could cause a small ache in her chest she felt sure was love. She didn’t expect he’dreturn the feelings in full, but hoped he’d come to care for her as more than a bed partner someday.
That being the case, now they just had Laird Brodie to deal with. Dwyn frowned and pushed the thought quickly away, not wantingto ruin a moment of the joy she’d found.
“I’m going to go lay out the plaid for us,” Geordie announced, coming around the front of the horse with the plaid they’dcollected from the orchard. They’d left it there when he’d carried her into the keep after “tasting her” there the day before.Recalling that, he’d run back to collect it after setting her on his mount. “Are ye all right to stand here a few more minutes?”
“Aye,” she assured him. “I am fine, m’laird. I can wait.”
He nodded, and then bent to press what she felt sure he’d meant to be a quick kiss to her lips, but the moment his lips touchedhers, she opened to him, and the quick kiss turned into a passionate embrace that left her breathless and panting when hereluctantly broke it and rested his forehead against hers.
“Damn,” he breathed suddenly, pulling back to look down at her. “I canno’ get enough o’ ye. Every time I touch ye, I justwant to . . .”
His helpless expression made Dwyn smile and she admitted, “So do I, m’laird.” And then grinning, she added, “Mayhap ’tis anaffliction and will pass.”
“Aye.” Geordie cupped her bottom through her skirts and lifted her off the ground to grind his hips into hers. “I’m thinkingin forty or fifty years ’twill pass.”
Dwyn groaned as he pressed against her. “Pray, m’laird. Go spread out the plaid so we can do something about this need yecause in me.”
“Just as I feared, married no’ even a day and already ye’re a nagging wife,” he accused in a teasing tone as he set her down.
“Demanding too,” she assured him, reaching out to find his hardness and squeeze.
“One minute,” Geordie promised, kissing the tip of her nose before he turned away and strode off.
Dwyn watched him make his way to the water’s edge. He was just laying out the plaid when she heard a sound behind her. Beforeshe could turn to find
