Lured to the Night (The Brotherhood 4)

The thought hadn’t even occurred to her. She didn’t want to think about it now. She wanted to enjoy being alone with her husband.

“Then we shall have to make sure we have two sons. My father would be happy to know his grandson inherited the castle.”

Lachlan smiled. “And what if we have two daughters?”

She gave an unladylike snort. “Then I am sure they will be robust enough to manage the estates.”

“Aye,” he said with a grin as he stopped to face her. “If they’re anything like their mother they’ll have everyone rushing around to do their bidding.”

She glanced beyond his shoulder to the stream that fed into the River Earn. “Do you remember the time when we lay on the banks of the burn, and you promised to love and protect me forever?”

He narrowed his gaze. “I have never forgotten it. Indeed, I have replayed the moment over and over in my head many times.”

Oh, how she longed to lie on the grass and take him into her desperate body. “Then perhaps it’s only fitting that we indulge our desires in the place where we both lost our hearts.”

“Love, I have imagined you saying those words many times, too.” Without warning, he swept her up in his arms. “Perhaps I should follow Ivana’s lead and strive to make my dreams become a reality.”

He carried her to the grassy edge, lowered her down and covered her body. With all the strength she could muster, she forced him onto his back. Amidst her shrieks of laughter, she straddled him, knowing that nothing but a few inches of tartan material disguised the evidence of his arousal.

She bent her head and kissed him passionately. “I can’t ever lose you again,” she panted as she pulled away.

“You never lost me. We were just apart for a time.” His hands drifted up under her dress to caress her bare thighs. “But I promise you we will never be apart again.”