Page 29 of An Enchanted Knight

“Ye will have no other lover than me.” It was a statement, an order, no room for discussion it seemed.

“Not that you need to hear this, but I can’t even think about anyone else, not after this.” She motioned to his private area. “You are amazing in bed.”

Tristan didn’t preen as she expected, instead, he frowned at her. “There is more to me than just… this.” He pointed to the same area.

He rolled over and faced her, his nose inches from hers. “I want to get to know you.” He kissed her.

They kissed for a long time. Gwen could feel him hardening again, but he didn’t move to make love to her. He pressed his lips to her ear. “Do you think you can grow to love me, fair Gwyneth?”

Gwen cupped his jaw and turned his face to hers, looking into his eyes. “If ever there was someone I could fall in love with, you are he.”

If only he wasn’t whatever he was.

His green gaze held hers for a few moments. When he spoke, Gwen felt like the luckiest woman to ever walk the earth.

“That is good, because I do not want to be the only one falling in love.”

This time their mouths and bodies met until once again they made love with a slower rhythm of lovemaking.

Chapter Nineteen

In love? Of course not. Tristan was not in love with her, and she wasn’t in love with him. It was after-sex talk… yes, definitely. After all, what could they possibly base any kind of feelings on? Well, other than the fact that she admired his courage and honor. She liked his ability to make her feel special, and how he bravely defied the odds to try and find freedom not just for himself, but the other men. She had to admit, she found him irresistible and couldn’t stop thinking about him. Loved how their conversations trailed off into comfortable silences. Then there was the chemistry, totally through the roof. Yes, definitely, not love.

When the seatbelt light finally blinked off, Gwen jumped out of her seat, her carry-on satchel already in-hand, and shuffled quickly off the plane. Spotting her sisters first, she dashed towards them. If only she’d asked them to meet her with the book, so she could turn around and fly straight back.

“Oh God,” Tammie exclaimed, jumping up and down, her ponytail swinging back and forth. “She’s in love!”

“What?” Gwen stumbled losing her balance. Sabrina reached out and steadied her.

Both sisters studied her briefly. Sabrina nodded. “Yes, I believe you’re correct Tammie, our little girl is head over heels.”

“How long have you two been at the airport, because you’ve obviously hit a bar or two?” Gwen asked them, hugging each, before they made their way out to the parking lot. “I’ve only been in Scotland two weeks. Barely enough time to fall in lust.” Her laugh rang hollow.

Tammie linked an arm through hers and leaned into her. “Is it Derrick McRainey? Please say no. He is a well-known player who’s still got a few years before he settles down.”

When Sabrina stepped to her other side and took her bag, then joined arms with her as well, a sigh escaped Gwen.

“We need to know the details, every itty-bitty detail of what this man has done to make our overly cautious sister fall so hard and so fast.” Sometimes having two sisters with special gifts could be a pain.

Thankfully, the inquisition stopped until they reached Sabrina’s sleek silver Mercedes.

Sabrina, a successful photographer who specialized in shooting male models for high-fashion magazines and ad campaigns, collected cars like most women collected purses. Right now she owned three, including a Jaguar, a Jeep, and the Mercedes.

Sliding into the back seat, Gwen took a deep breath and didn’t wait for her sisters to bombard her with questions. She decided to speak first.

“I am not in love, at least I hope I’m not. The man in question is a great guy, brave, handsome, caring, great in bed, and seems to care for me as well.” She smiled at her sisters’ jaw-popping expressions.

“So why are you not excited? Why didn’t you bring him with you? How could you bear to be separated from Mr. Wonderful?” Tammie exclaimed, dramatically clutching her hand over her heart.

“Well, he can’t exactly leave the country,” Gwen hedged. “He isn’t happy about me leaving Scotland, that’s for sure.”

“Who is he, already?” Sabrina’s eyes met hers in the rear-view mirror.

Gwen didn’t get a chance to reply, because the Mercedes swerved sharply, coming to a stop so abruptly the car rocked back and forth several times before finally stopping completely.

Tammie screamed and hit Sabrina on the shoulder. “Are you trying to kill us?”

Gwen fell across the back seat laughing hard, not sure when it turned sobbing until Sabrina climbed into the back seat and began to soothe her.