Page 14 of Highlander Unraveled
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Logan
“We shouldn’t have been separated. Whatever the mistake was, we’ll correct it.” I flashed a confident grin, watched her search my eyes, and then she returned my smile.
“Ever the strong warrior, husband. With you, I feel like we could take on the world and win.” Her arms tightened around me, warm, her gaze filled with trust.
“The world, the Fates.” I shrugged and chuckled, nuzzling her hair behind her ear and breathing in her scent. “I’m going to make love to ye, Emma. Here. Now.”
I skimmed my lips over her cheek, pressing my forehead to hers, locking eyes. Color brushed her cheeks, an impish smile on her lips.
I gazed down at my wife, perfectly ethereal and yet flesh, blood and silky locks, standing before me. All voluptuous curves and sensuality.
“Take off your clothes,” I murmured.
Emma took a step away from me, her red wavy hair glossy in the light of sunset. Her blue eyes fastened on mine, full of confidence, love, lust, as she tugged the tie at the waist of the odd black gown she wore.
“Ye’re beautiful,” I said, feeling my throat tighten. I’d always thought her stunning, but now that she was gone from me…
It was hard to think. Hard to breathe.
The gown unraveled around her body, much like my mind, unwinding to a pool of mush. Normally, I was the one in control. But today…
Now…
I knew what was at stake.
Her.
The beautiful life we’d built together.
Beneath the gown she wore undergarments much like what she’d had on the day we’d first met. White with lace trim. Her belly was slightly round from her pregnancy, soft, and I reached out to circle my finger around her belly button.
She pressed a hand over my fingers, stilling me.
“Don’t,” she said, embarrassment flashing on her face, before she ducked her chin toward her chest.
“Why?” I touched a finger to her chin, urging her to look at me.
She glanced down, a flicker of emotion that I recognized crossing her features. I’d not seen her look like that in a long time. Self-conscious. Emma started to tug the gown closed again, but I stopped her, pushing the fabric off her shoulders.
“I am… not the same,” she answered.
“Och, but ye’re right.” I slid the fabric over her arms, all the way to her wrists exposing her back, her chest. “Ye’re exquisite.” I dropped to my knees in front of her and pressed my lips to her belly, placed a hand on either side of her navel. “And this is where ye carried our child. I’m proud of ye. More than ye could ever imagine, and I’d never shun ye for birthing our bairn, for how your body changed from carrying him. Please, dinna shame yourself.”
Tears sparked her eyes and she touched my cheek. “How did I get so lucky?”
“’Tis I who am lucky, lass. Being with ye has forever changed me for the better. ’Tis like having the sun and moon and stars all nestled beside me.”
“I love you so much,” she said, her words hurried and filled with emotion. Her hands threaded through my hair, tugging, as she liked to do.
“I love ye so verra much, too.” I wrapped my arms around her hips, pressed my face to her belly, breathing in her herbal and floral scent. Familiar, comforting. Tears stung my eyes. I squeezed them shut, not wanting Emma to see me cry. I was a man. Men didn’t cry, and yet I was so overcome with emotion, distress. Need. Love.
We might have both been asleep right now, dreaming of each other five hundred years apart, but we were still together, and when she woke, I didn’t want her to think that I was a blubbering fool.
I needed to lose myself in her flesh. To enjoy what little time Fate had given us as a reprieve. I massaged the backs of her legs, up to her round arse, cupping the cheeks as I rubbed my lips back and forth over the skin just below her belly button, breathing hotly until she whimpered and gooseflesh rose beneath my fingertips.
I didn’t want her to leave, but I didn’t know how long we had either. We could both be awakened at any moment, the spell broken. Would Fate give us another chance to dream of one another? Would making love one time be enough to bring me to her or transport her back to me?
