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over his eyebrows. “No. You gave me pleasure.” She pressed her mouth against his forehead. “So much pleasure.”
“I came inside you,” he said, unable to keep the self-condemnation from his voice.
She touched her forehead to his. “I know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry for that.”
“It’s my fault.”
“No, it’s mine. I pushed you. If I am with child, it is my own doing. It’s not your fault.”
“I will stay with you until we know.”
“That’s not necessary. I know you are in a hurry to get home. If there is a child, I can care for it. My clan will help. No one would turn me or the babe away.”
“Nevertheless, I will remain until we know. And if there is a child, I will take you north with me.”
She pressed her lips to his jaw. “Let’s not think about it anymore. There’s no point agonizing over a remote possibility.”
He pushed his fingers against his temples. Her words hit him like slaps in the chest. Of course she didn’t want to discuss leaving her clan to come home with him. The truth shouldn’t surprise him. She was a MacDonald, and these mountains were her home, not the flat wildlands of the northernmost part of Scotland. It was ludicrous to expect her to leave everything she’d ever known for a mere stranger she’d been trapped with in an abandoned cottage.
Further, she was the MacDonald laird’s cousin, and he doubted that MacDonald would sacrifice his kinswoman to a man from so far who possessed comparatively little. A match between Logan and Maggie would do nothing for her clan.
Groaning to himself, he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her against him, burying his face in her hair. “I’m a brute.”
“Aye.” She pressed her cheek against his chest. “And that’s just how I want you to be. If you were any other way, I wouldn’t—” She broke off abruptly, and he cocked his head in question. Glancing up at him, she gave him a half smile. “I wouldn’t like you nearly as much as I do. I feel utterly secure with you.”
Confused as hell, he frowned. She made no sense. “How could you say you feel secure with me when I treated you no better than that Munroe bastard?”
She went stiff in his arms, and fire flared in her blue eyes. “You’re nothing like Innes Munroe. Nothing!”
“I was rough with you, as he was. And worse, I took it further.”
“No, Logan!” She pounded a little fist against his chest, and he looked down at it in surprise. “You were rough, but it was . . . it was . . . exquisite roughness. It was perfect.” She made a grating noise of aggravation. Her hands flew upward, and she took hold of his shoulders and tried to shake him. “Listen to me.”
He stared at her, perplexed. She was so . . . He didn’t know. He just knew he’d never met a woman like her. Never met a woman who made him feel .
“I have never really desired roughness . . . but just now, with you, I wanted it. And I was right. . . . It felt . . . well, I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve never gone . . . felt . . . that explosion . . . that peak . . .” Her voice dwindled, and she looked away, frustrated, her lips so taut they turned pale.
He widened his eyes in amazement. She’d never experienced an orgasm before. He couldn’t prevent the male satisfaction that flooded through him at that admission. He gathered her tight against him, fighting the prideful grin doing its best to split his face.
“It’s never felt so . . . good ,” she finally said on a sigh. She reached up to touch his face. “Now do you understand?”
“Aye.” He pressed his lips into her hair. “But it still doesn’t change the fact that I might have given you a child.”
She leaned against him, her cheek against his chest, and they sat in comfortable silence for a while. Logan ran his hands up and down her spine, allowing the odd feeling of contentment to flow through him.
Finally, she took a deep breath. “When I was married to Duneghall, I prayed for a
“I came inside you,” he said, unable to keep the self-condemnation from his voice.
She touched her forehead to his. “I know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry for that.”
“It’s my fault.”
“No, it’s mine. I pushed you. If I am with child, it is my own doing. It’s not your fault.”
“I will stay with you until we know.”
“That’s not necessary. I know you are in a hurry to get home. If there is a child, I can care for it. My clan will help. No one would turn me or the babe away.”
“Nevertheless, I will remain until we know. And if there is a child, I will take you north with me.”
She pressed her lips to his jaw. “Let’s not think about it anymore. There’s no point agonizing over a remote possibility.”
He pushed his fingers against his temples. Her words hit him like slaps in the chest. Of course she didn’t want to discuss leaving her clan to come home with him. The truth shouldn’t surprise him. She was a MacDonald, and these mountains were her home, not the flat wildlands of the northernmost part of Scotland. It was ludicrous to expect her to leave everything she’d ever known for a mere stranger she’d been trapped with in an abandoned cottage.
Further, she was the MacDonald laird’s cousin, and he doubted that MacDonald would sacrifice his kinswoman to a man from so far who possessed comparatively little. A match between Logan and Maggie would do nothing for her clan.
Groaning to himself, he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her against him, burying his face in her hair. “I’m a brute.”
“Aye.” She pressed her cheek against his chest. “And that’s just how I want you to be. If you were any other way, I wouldn’t—” She broke off abruptly, and he cocked his head in question. Glancing up at him, she gave him a half smile. “I wouldn’t like you nearly as much as I do. I feel utterly secure with you.”
Confused as hell, he frowned. She made no sense. “How could you say you feel secure with me when I treated you no better than that Munroe bastard?”
She went stiff in his arms, and fire flared in her blue eyes. “You’re nothing like Innes Munroe. Nothing!”
“I was rough with you, as he was. And worse, I took it further.”
“No, Logan!” She pounded a little fist against his chest, and he looked down at it in surprise. “You were rough, but it was . . . it was . . . exquisite roughness. It was perfect.” She made a grating noise of aggravation. Her hands flew upward, and she took hold of his shoulders and tried to shake him. “Listen to me.”
He stared at her, perplexed. She was so . . . He didn’t know. He just knew he’d never met a woman like her. Never met a woman who made him feel .
“I have never really desired roughness . . . but just now, with you, I wanted it. And I was right. . . . It felt . . . well, I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve never gone . . . felt . . . that explosion . . . that peak . . .” Her voice dwindled, and she looked away, frustrated, her lips so taut they turned pale.
He widened his eyes in amazement. She’d never experienced an orgasm before. He couldn’t prevent the male satisfaction that flooded through him at that admission. He gathered her tight against him, fighting the prideful grin doing its best to split his face.
“It’s never felt so . . . good ,” she finally said on a sigh. She reached up to touch his face. “Now do you understand?”
“Aye.” He pressed his lips into her hair. “But it still doesn’t change the fact that I might have given you a child.”
She leaned against him, her cheek against his chest, and they sat in comfortable silence for a while. Logan ran his hands up and down her spine, allowing the odd feeling of contentment to flow through him.
Finally, she took a deep breath. “When I was married to Duneghall, I prayed for a
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