The Laird of Stonehaven by Connie Mason Read Free Book Online

heard the sounds she made . . . soft, inarticulate cries that were somehow mixed with denial. This was not meant to be. The reality of his kisses was more intense than any of her dreams. The raw pleasure she felt was so fierce, it was as near to madness as she would ever get. And in that brief moment of madness Blair would willingly relinquish her powers in order to lie beneath Graeme Campbell.
    Ravenous desire pulsed in the air around them like a living thing, hot and wild and consuming. It was heaven, it was hell . . . it was wrong. The storm of warring emotions that swelled and churned inside her escalated when Graeme swept her off her feet.
    “You willna be sorry,” Graeme said as he placed her on the bed and followed her down. “I want you, lass. I want to be inside you.”
    His hands skimmed up her legs, tangled in the moist curls at the apex of her thighs. “You were made for love, Blair.”
    Love
. The word brought the euphoria crashing down around her. She must truly be insane to sacrifice her powers for a few moments of mindless pleasure. Nevertheless, her body refused to obey her mind, and she began returning Graeme’s kisses.
    “That’s it, lass,” Graeme encouraged against her lips. “Let yourself go. Dinna think of anything but what’s going on in this bed.”
    He had worked her skirts up to her thighs when the door opened, letting in a draft.
    “I hope there’s something on this tray to tempt yer appetite, lass,” Alyce said as she bustled into the chamber. “I helped fix yer dinner myself, so . . .” Her words ended abruptly when she saw Blair and Graeme intimately entwined on the bed. “Oh, I didna know . . .” She started to back away. “I’ll just leave the tray and ye can help yerselves when ye’re ready.”
    Her cheeks flaming, Blair scooted from beneath Graeme, pushing him off the bed in her haste. “Nay, dinna go, Alyce. Graeme was just leaving.”
    Picking himself up off the floor, Graeme sent Blair a wry look as he strode toward the door. “We’ll finish this later, lass,” he said in a voice too low for Alyce to hear.
    “Nay, we willna,” Blair returned.
    “What was that all about?” Alyce asked once they were alone.
    “Dinna ask.”
    “I thought mayhap ye’d gotten some sense and decided to enjoy the marriage bed. Ye’re fortunate to have a braw young mon like the Campbell laird in yer bed.”
    “I havena changed my mind, Alyce.”
    Alyce gave a hoot of laughter. “Ye could have fooled me.”
    “Forget what you saw. ’Twas a mistake.” She walked over to the tray and lifted the cover. “What have you brought me?”
    “A slice of beef pie, cheese, poached fish and fresh bread and butter. Maeve keeps a well-stocked larder. I ate some of the beef pie myself and it was good. We willna starve here, that’s for sure.”
    Blair tasted the pie and had to agree. In fact, everything on the tray tasted wonderful. She ate with gusto, then sat back and sighed. “When my things arrive, have my box of herbs taken to the stillroom. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
    “Stonehaven has no bathing room,” Alyce informed her, “but there’s water heating for yer bath in the kitchen. Yer trunks should arrive soon.”
    “Thank you, Alyce. I dinna know what I would do without you.”
    “Thank the good Lord ye dinna have to,” Alyce said as she carried the empty tray from the chamber.
    While Blair waited for her trunks, she explored her chamber and discovered a small door she hadn’t noticed before. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, wondering if the door led to Graeme’s bedchamber. There was only one way to find out.
    Gingerly approaching the door, she grasped the latch and eased it open . . . and found herself looking into a masculine version of her own chamber. Not only was she staring into Graeme’s chamber, she was staring at Graeme!
    He stood poised beside the washstand, his bare back to her, water dripping from his head as if he had just doused it in the