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in for a kiss. He meant for it to be a quick peck, a playful one to spark a smile from her. Instead, he lost himself in the supple feel of her mouth. He caught her bottom lip between his own and suckled. He deepened the kiss.
    Desire surged him. He had her heart, why shouldn’t he have her body? Because it was Rowen and more than lust existed between them.
    He pulled away. Rowen’s fingers gripped his leine . Her lashes rested against the thin skin under her eyes. A flushed pink, almost the color of heather, dotted her cheeks. Her mouth, her delicious mouth was swollen and wet. Och, he could kiss her again.
    She opened her eyes. Her gaze dipped to his mouth, tracing over the line of his lips.
    “Do not look at me like that. I may take you here on the ground.”
    “Will you lay down a plaid before then?” She laid her hand on his chest.
    His blood rushed to his cock. “Not with that look on your face.”
    Her near-white brows jumped. She pulled away her touch, giving him a chance to gather a semblance of control over himself. “And here I thought, you would promise me the softest of mattresses covered in the finest linens available in Scotland.”
    “You know what you deserve.” She plucked at his plaid. “You have nothing to say. I am surprised. You always have to have the last word.”
    She looked down her pert nose at him.
    “Do not look at me like that.” He aimed a finger at her.
    “How?”
    “That cold, disdainful look you wear with people. I am not afraid of you and will not shirk from it. There is no need for you to be defensive. Never use it again.”
    She smacked his stiff finger aside. “I am nervous.”
    “Why?”
    She shook her head as if unsure what she was feeling and what to say. “I—I—this moment, here, I feel as if this is the end and I have a choice to make.”
    “A choice?” he said, his volume barely above the whisper. He almost let her comment stand without explanation. Yet, he had to know how she felt. He felt as if the next beat of his heart depended upon her answer.
    “One I must make for myself. I must do it.” She spun away from him.
    He grasped her by the arm. “Do what?”
    She stared at his hand wrapped around her arm. Slowly, her gaze drifted up his arm and to his eyes. Her breast rose and fell once—twice. She said nothing. She faced him. He released her. She closed the distance between them. The wind picked up the hem of her leine and tangled around his leg. Her hair blew about, like a pale halo. He watched as she lifted her hand. His heart beat faster, thumping against his chest. His blood pumped and heated his skin. She ran the back of her fingers along his jaw. His throat closed, waiting for her next move.
    “I must have my life before giving it up to another.”
    “Does that include me?” His voice shook.
    She licked her lips. “You are my life forever, as long it is my own.”
    He slid his mouth across her own. Her breath breezed against his face. He wanted nothing more than to savor her, the feel of her, the taste of her. Her lips were pliant, cradling his own. With Rowen, he needed no more. He could kiss her forever and always be satisfied. There were a hundred ways to kiss and he wanted nothing more than to do that…to love her for his lifetime and proclaim to all of Scotland and beyond the seas that she was his.
    She mumbled something against his mouth. He pulled away. He blinked to flick away the mist of desire relaxing him. This wasn’t the time to think about other women, but with Rowen he never felt this loss of control over himself. But he liked it. It both weakened and strengthened him.
    “You spoke.” His voice was thick with his ever present lust for her.
    “Aye, do you plan to kiss me all day? Or will there be more?”
    He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Aye.” He took her hand. “I shall catch our meal and even cook it myself. Then there will be more.”
    “You don’t know what that more will be.”
    “Nay, I shall figure it out.