Page 84 of When a Highlander Loses His Heart

Her grandmother grinned. “Then my first prayer for ye has been answered.”

Isobel shot Graham a puzzled glance, to which he shrugged. “What is yer second prayer for Isobel?” he asked.

Isobel’s grandmother smirked at him. “I pray for at least five grandchildren to bounce on my knee and tell stories to. Do ye believe ye are ready for the task?”

“That I do,” Graham replied and squeezed Isobel’s hand.

“Do ye have another prayer?” Isobel asked curiously.

“Only one more,” her grandmother said and waved Isobel closer as she held out her arms to her.

Isobel released Graham’s hand and stepped into her grandmother’s welcoming embrace.

“I pray ye will grow to love me as dearly as I do ye, Isobel, granddaughter of mine.”

Isobel hugged her grandmother fiercely. “If that is yer prayer, dunnae fash yerself, for I love ye dearly already.”

Epilogue

An orange glow flickered from the fire grate and danced off Graham’s naked body. Isobel drank in her husband’s male beauty as he came toward her, and she released a sigh of contentment. They had been at Brigid a sennight and her husband’s appetite for her was insatiable, which suited her perfectly because her appetite for him was just as voracious. In truth, she was certain that if she were to give confession to Sister Beatrice now, the woman would likely perish from the shock of Isobel’s “wicked deeds” and the pleasure she took from them.

Graham crawled onto the bed, his weight making it sink down with a creak. He moved toward her with easy grace, then set his muscled legs on either side of her hips. He gave her a lusty look as he brought a small bottle to her belly and tilted it. She gasped when cool liquid spread across her skin and the scent of rosemary filled her nose.

“What is this?” she murmured as Graham slid his hands across her belly and up to her breasts.

“Yer grandmother gave it to me and instructed me to rub it on ye nightly to keep ye healthy. I dunnae really ken what it is. Do ye wish me to stop?”

She grasped his hands as he lifted them off her breasts and set them back where they had been. “Dunnae ye dare,” she ordered with a laugh. “Continue yer healing of my body.”

He circled his fingers around her breasts until they were heavy and aching. Desire tightened her loins unbearably as Graham moved his hands lower between her thighs, gently parted them, and brought her to screaming pleasure before entering her. He took her first with wild, utter abandon and then again with such tenderness she could feel his love for her surrounding her.

Much later, as they lay in the bed wrapped in each other’s arms, Graham ran his fingers gently up and down her outer thigh before stilling. “I pray we’ve made a bairn,” he admitted.

She smiled into her husband’s chest, quite loving this new side of him, one that spoke freely of the hopes in his heart. “As do I,” she said. “A fine, strong warrior like his father.”

“Nay,” Graham replied and kissed her on the forehead. “A wise, honorable, gentle lass like her mother. Or possibly one of each. We told yer grandmother we would give her five bairns, which suits me as I want many children to spoil and love.”

“As do I, my fierce one,” she whispered, pressing her head against her husband’s heart and drifting to sleep feeling more loved than she ever imagined possible.