“Oh,” Greer breathed, relaxing a little. Smiling crookedly, he took her hands. “That is one o’ the things I love about ye too, Saidh. I love yer strength and yer stubbornness. The wildness that seems to flow through e’ery part o’ yer body,” he said with admiration and bent his head to kiss her. It started out a gentle drifting of his lips over hers, but quickly turned into something more carnal and heated as it always did when he kissed her.
Saidh moaned, and wrapped her arms around Greer’s waist as desire and need began to bubble up within her, building to the point where she was desperate for an outlet. Something aggressive and physical. Tearing her mouth away, she turned her head to the side and gasped, “About the punching.”
“I remember,” he growled by her ear.
“Ye do?” she asked with confusion. “What do ye remember?”
“The stables,” he reminded her, one hand drifting up her thigh under her skirt and she smiled as she recalled that day. Her telling him that the things he did to her made her want to punch him, and his showing her what she really wanted. How long ago it seemed now. A lifetime, she thought, and then pulled back to peer at him when his hand stilled.
“What is it?” she asked worriedly, afraid she was so unattractive now with all her bindings that he couldn’t bear to touch her. Not one to shy from saying what she was thinking, she asked, “It it because I’m wrapped up in linens like a corpse?” Grimacing, she added, “I suppose ’tis hardly attractive.”
“Saidh,” he said seriously, cupping her face in both hands. “I will always find ye beautiful.” He didn’t kiss her then as she hoped, but added, “It’s jest ye’ve so many wounds now, I’m afraid o’ hurting ye.”
“Then keep yer hands below the waist and yer lips above the neck,” she suggested pragmatically, and added, “Because I feel like punching someone.”
A short laugh slipped from Greer’s lips and then he murmured, “As my lady wife demands,” and urged her legs apart so that he could step between them. Pausing then, he caught her face in his hands again and said, “I do love ye, Saidh.”
“And I love ye too, Greer,” she assured him as his lips lowered to claim hers.