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“Come,” I say, and it’s more than just a word. It’s a command, a request, a promise.
I pull her tight against me again, kissing her harder as my free hand roams across the fabric of her bra, enjoying the tantalizing promise of what lies beneath before sliding my hand upward to the strap and pushing it down her arm.
She gasps again, desperately, and I revel in her eagerness, the special spark between us. It’s deeper, more intense than anything I have ever felt.
My hand goes to her waist. I lift the hem of her dress and slide my hand up her thigh over her tights, intent on finding the fabric of her panties. I find the waistband of her panties ready to pull them and her tights out of the way….
Her hand lands on my wrist, holding it tight enough to make me stop, and pulls away from the kiss.
“What is it?” I ask. I have no idea what’s wrong, but I’m not the kind of man who would push her to do something she’s not ready for.
“I’m…,” she pauses and takes a deep breath.
It’s serious. I can see that.
But what…?
“I’m sorry, I have to tell you before we do anything. I don’t want to pretend. It’s just…I’m a virgin.”
I freeze, staring at her.
A virgin?
That changes everything. It has to. I can’t carry on now that I know.
“Finlay?”
The shout over the nearby hills has me flinching, shooting my gaze immediately to the window of the hide.
It might be enough to fool an animal, but it’s nowhere near enough protection to hide us from human eyes.
And I recognize that voice.
It’s Hamish – come to look for his Laird, who he probably expects to be alone in the hide.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Alana
As soon as I admit it, I see a change in him.
Something comes over Finlay like the shutters of a store at closing time.
I watch his eyes go dark as if the desire and heat he had allowed me to see is no longer permitted. The sinking feeling in my stomach tells me I made a mistake.
The sound of the voice only startles me into yanking my clothes back into place, my heart racing at the thought of someone else seeing me in this state of undress.
Finlay takes a step back from me and then backs out of the tiny hide, and if it’s possible for my heart to sink any further down, it does.
He’s disgusted, isn’t he?
I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s not as though he really needed to know. I could have just gone along with it, pretended to be overwhelmed instead of inexperienced, and let him lead.
I’ve seen enough films with love scenes to get the general gist of it, even if I can’t imagine the real thing taking place.
I could have pretended.
But, no. I have to take the honest approach, right?
