Page 45 of A Sinful Night with a Scot
But after a little while, the smile left her. One memory faded, as another crashed into her thoughts and took its place. In fact, one after the other, for she thought about all the things that had occurred since the laird had snatched her from the chapel. Light turned to dark in her mind, and she remembered she was a prisoner.
I am still here against me will.
Ye werenae saying that earlier.
No. Indeed, she wasn’t. Nor could she say she had not submitted to him willingly. But therein lay her struggle. Two sides of her were battling, reasoning crashing into growing feelings, and the fight was becoming ever fiercer. Her mind was telling her she did not belong there, while her heart was slowly beginning to believe that her future might not be as bad as she, at first, had imagined.
Eventually, trying to shake the conflict from her mind, she slipped from the laird’s bed and made her way back to her own bedchamber. Surely, it must be time for her to get up, and besides, she did not want Anna to discover her in Keane’s bed.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
While Alisdair read a list of things Keane needed to address, Keane paced back and forth in his study, struggling to concentrate. While he was certain everything on the list was important, the laird’s mind was anywhere but where it ought to be.
He could still smell Elsie’s aroma on him. He could still hear her gasps and moans of delight. And he could still see her body shudder and jerk as she orgasmed under his touch. It was something he was not going to forget any time soon, and yet, her thoughts, as he teased her, now played on his mind.
I cannae let him… I cannae let him…
A little more. Just a little more.
He understood her conflict. Her mind battled against succumbing to his advances, while her body danced at his touch. Eager to feel the sensations it had never experienced before. ButKeane had never taken from a woman in those circumstances. Not ever. They gave themselves willingly, or not at all.
In fact, at one point, her thoughts had scared him so much, he felt compelled to ask if he ought to continue. He needed to know if it was what she truly wanted. Indeed, he was versed in ways to elicit the most pleasure from a woman. He also knew, in her innocence, that he had led her down a path that would make her ache for more. Still. While he might have known exactly how to get what he wanted, she needed to want it too.
“Are ye listening?” Alisdair’s voice blurred into his head. “Have ye even heard a word I just said?”
Lifting his eyes, Keane looked across the room, where Alisdair was standing. The parchment held in his hand, he gazed at Keane in evident frustration.
“Well?” he pressed.
Lifting his hands in apology, Keane nodded to his advisor. “I apologize. Please, continue.”
Alisdair’s eyes narrowed, and regarding Keane with interest, he said. “What is bothering ye?”
“Naething,” Keane lied, shaking his head.
“Aye, course nae.” Astute as always, Alisdair’s tone reflected his obvious disbelief.
A silence hung in the air between them, Keane looking at Alisdair, and Alisdair looked back. It lasted a whole minute before Keane lifted his hands in a shrug.
