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"Why another day?" she whispered against his finger, her heart ha with nervousness and anticipation She’d never been with a hlander standing before her was every inch a drearin as he unknotted his plaid and let it slip down over his taut buttocks lean,his hands on the arms of her chair, he lowered his head toward hers "Because not even forever with you will be enough to satisfyht

His hard body glistened bronze in the shilobes "I can’t resist you, lass God knows I’ve tried," he groaned, his voice low and taut with need "I think about you day and night, I can’t sleep for wanting you ’Tis a madness I fear will never abate"

Jane sed a dreah and paused, quill poised above the paper She arched a brow at hi in his dark face, he coiled tensely in his chair, as if he ht leap up at any moment And pounce Oh, if only!

"Why do you care?" she said with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant She was sick of being patient She knew that the presence of the villagers, the laboring with his hands on what had once been his hoinning to take a toll She’d been wise to take a passive role for the past teeks, but it was time to beto lose hi without purpose," he said stiffly "Iyour letters so faithfully each eve"

Jane pressed her quill to parch her body against the hard length of his own Gazing into her eyes, he deliberately rocked his hips forward so she could feel his huge cock need Hard and hot, his ih the thin silk of her gown…

Jane blew out a breath of pure sexual frustration--writing love scenes sure could be sheer torture for a girl with no man of her own--and placed the quill aside Sexpot promptly jumped onto the s it violently Rescuing the quill before the kitten shredded yet another one, she hesitated before answering She knew that one inadvertent id shell He’d made it clear he would never permit her to touch him She had to find a way to coax hi my letters I write stories"

"What kind of stories?"

Jane stared at hi there Only yesterday he’d taken to wearing a plaid for the first ti it was cooler to work in There he sat looking just like her Aedan, clad in crilistened with a faint sheen of sweat as he perched as close to the fire as he could get

"You wouldn’t understand any of it," she said coolly

"Understand what?" he said angrily "I understand s"

"You wouldn’t understand what I write about," she goaded "I write about hus you couldn’t possibly understand Remember, you’re not human," she pressed "By the way," she added sweetly, "have you figured out yet what you actually are?" There, she thought sly, he looked incensed Her Aedan was a proud man and didn’t like to be belittled Over the past week he’d begun to display resent a direct order, which pleased her and ht, were she to issue a firer and confusion warred behind his eyes "I have been laboring with other humans You doona knohat I can and can’t understand"

"Never read my stories," she said sternly "They are private It’s none of your business, Aedan"

"So long as I a is my--" He broke off with a stricken expression

"Laird of this castle?" she echoed, searching his gaze He hadn’t even bothered to chastise her for calling hi ers think I am, so if you’re to live here, in what they think is my castle, you should abide by that perception, too Or find another place to live, lass That’s all I rily up frolance over his shoulder so full of frustrated longing, so rife with desire, that it sent a shiver up her spine It was plain to see that he was beginning to feel all the things he’d once felt, but couldn’t understand them