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convey so many messages to me, almost as if I could
feel his feelings for me pulsating through his very skin into mine,
leaving no doubt in my mind that he loved me with every fiber of
his being.
    I turned my head so I could look at him as
he rested against his seat with his eyes closed. I didn’t think I
would ever tire of looking at him, his purposely messed up hair,
the strong perfect features, and that wonderful physique, all
wrapped up nicely in the humble t-shirt and jeans.
    His eyes opened slightly then, and he looked
over at me briefly, with a slight question in his gaze.
    “What?” he asked softly as he repositioned
his head, closing his eyes once again in relaxed comfort.
    “I was just thinking about how I’m never
going to get tired of looking at you. You’re beautiful,” I replied,
honestly.
    He smiled, as if amused at my comment,
without opening his eyes.
    “You have it all wrong,” he said, squeezing
my hand lovingly. “You’re the beautiful one in this
relationship.”
    “No, I’m not,” I said shaking my head and I
placed a kiss against his cheek.
    He turned his head right then, catching me,
and the kiss landed full on his mouth. I heard him chuckle slightly
as he reached a hand up behind my head, locking my lips in place
against his own.
    “I love you,” he said into my head, as his
tongue flitted briefly over mine.
    “I love you, too,” I replied, enjoying his
stolen kiss and the pin-prickling waves it was causing to rush
madly through my body.
    I heard him sigh, and he pulled away from
me, shaking his head at me, and I realized he was experiencing the
same feelings I was.
    “Stupid seven hour flight,” he grumbled
settling back into his seat, his eyes never leaving me as they
trailed a hot path over my body.
    I laughed at the lustful look in his
eyes.
    “What are you laughing about?” he asked with
a slightly frustrated tone to his words.
    “No matter how much you get, it’s never
going to be enough, is it?” I asked more than a little bit in awe
of him and the power of his ardent desires.
    “Not bloody likely,” he replied with a grin,
throwing a little English slang into his accent.
    I watched him as his gaze traveled up and
down the length of me once again, not hiding any of his intentions
toward me, finding that I could feel my own feelings jump to life
as he looked at me like that. Suddenly I felt the same frustration
he did.
    “It is going to be a long flight,” I agreed
watching him, returning the same come hither look he was flashing
at me.
    “Well, I did offer a suggestion to help with
that,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and I knew in
that moment he would totally follow through with that suggestion if
I were to let him.
    “As tempting as your offer is, it isn’t
going to happen,” I whispered back at him with a smile.
    He sighed heavily at the comment and trailed
his gaze over me once more.
    “I was afraid of that.” He grinned. “The
proper wife in you is already coming to the surface.”
    “Sorry to disappoint you.” I laughed at him,
and he pulled me into his arms, cuddling me against him.
    “Portia, nothing you do is ever a
disappointment to me,” he said and hugged me tightly.
     
     

Chapter 3
    We landed at London Heathrow Airport around
eight in the morning. After getting off the plane we boarded
another small flight to Inverness, Scotland, arriving about an hour
and a half later.
    We gathered our luggage and met the driver
from Inverlochy Castle. He was very friendly and collected our bags
from us before leading us out to a beautiful Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Vance helped him load our things inside, despite the man’s protests
that he shouldn’t worry himself over such things. When they were
done, Vance climbed into the car beside me, and the smiling man
closed the door behind him.
    “Great car,” Vance said while he looked
around with an appreciative eye at the custom interior.
    I nodded my head, smiling at his male
attributes coming