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CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Jonanstood at his window, looking out at the compound of the keep and the rest of the clan lands beyond it. Hetried everything he could not to think about his dream, but he was unsuccessful. He was in a difficult situation, akin to fighting a bear with one's hands — futile.
His body stiffened as he allowed himself to sink back into the dream. Amelia. For him, her name meant as much trouble as it did kindness, beauty, and wit. He no longer felt embarrassed about admitting that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
When shefirst arrived at the keep, his heart had been closed off. He, like everyone else who knew her, had taken his time falling under her spell. And, as the only man entitled to her devotion, body, and time, Jonan found himself dreaming about her almost every night—especially now that he had tasted her.
He'd awoken from another dream about her that morning, dreams he couldn't tell another soul about.
She is me wife. Jonan tried to rationalize the sour feeling of guilt in his chest, but it persisted. He felt like a thief caught red-handed, as if he was in possession of a treasure he had not earned. Her love. Her body.
However, he had not awoken satisfied from hisdream that morning. No, he wasfrustrated.
In the dream, hehad been naked inside the loch, bathing in the moonlight. Looking behind him, he noticed Amelia standing by thebank, still dressed.
“Come and join me. It is delightful,” he had said.
He had not, however, predicted her next move — she had turned away from him and began to remove her clothes.
"Do not look," she had said, but it was an order Jonan could not follow. He'd been wanting to see her naked for a long time. He hardened at the sight of her. Her skin was pale and was perfectly complemented by the dim moonlight.
Her voluptuous breasts stood large and firm on her chest as she stepped into the loch.
"Yeare truly beautiful, Amelia," he said, and she smiled easily.
"Say it again," she said, narrowing the distancebetween them.
Her breasts pressed against his skin, warming him despite the fact that they were both standing in cold water. Her right hand had immersed beneath the surface and gently rubbed the tip of his hard shaft.
"I want you, Jonan," she breathed.
"I want you, Amelia," he said, leaning in and kissing her luscious lips. Her mouth was filled with a thousand sweet flavors.
His large hands grazed her breasts, gently squeezing them as she moaned against their kiss. Jonan had wanted more, feeling his control slipping away as she caressed his shaft, drawing him ever closer to ecstasy.
“I love ye,” he had whispered.
"Then tell me when you wake," she said just as he awoke.
How did I come to this? Jonan pondered, unable to suppress his desires. He wasn't satisfied with simply speaking with her, or even pleasing her in passing. The days seemed to stretch on forever. He wanted more.
Speaking with Amelia only fueled his desire to spend more time with her. She was a breath of fresh air. He wanted to see all of her beautiful expressions on her face. He was consumed by the desire to make her laugh, smile, and moan.
Again, the feeling of guilt came. “She is me wife,” he stated out loud.
He knew it was true, but he wanted her to give herself to him. He intended to approach her, seduce her, and pleasure her until she desired him as much as he desired her.
Until then, he was aware that he was trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of frustration. What if she wants me too? It was ahopeful thought—hope that the woman he loved would want to sharehis bed.
Jonan walked away from the window and took a bath. That morning, he dressed neatly. He wondered what Amelia would think if she saw him.
As he exited his chamber there was a maid by the door… and Amelia!
“Good morning, milaird,” she greeted.
Jonan wished the maid would leave him alone with his wife, but he knew he had clan business to attend to first.
“Good mornin’ Lady McKay,” he saidwith a bow. His gaze lifted to meet hers, and she was there, as timid as he was, in the presence of the maid.
