"No, my love, I intend to spend all my days courting you, to make up for all our wasted years. Years when I acted like a dolt of the worst kind."
"Let's not dwell on the past. We both did things to be ashamed of. Let's not think on mistakes that can't be changed. From now on we'll simply try to make all our tomorrows the finest possible."
"Well said, love." He squeezed the hands enfolded in his. "Now," he murmured, tucking one of her hands into the crook of his elbow. "I think we've spent enough time lingering here beneath the stars. Let's go to our bed. We have a lot of lost time to make up. I find I can't wait any longer to make love to you, Bella." There was a passionate light in his eyes as he ran a finger down the bodice of her gown. "I'm tired of these garments that separate us. I want to feel your silky skin beneath my hands again. Long to have you beneath me, open, soft, generous."
The same sense of urgency filled Isabella. His soft caress made her shiver, his words heightening her own anticipation. How she yearned to feel his hands, his mouth, caressing her body, bringing it to life, stirring every sense as only he could. What a fool she'd been to think she could make a life without him.
So wrapped in her sensual thoughts was she it took a moment for her to realize that instead of heading for his hut he was leading her up the hill and away from the cluster of huts.
"But . . . where are we going?" she wondered softly.
Tiger stopped, facing her to take her lips with a gentle force that left her more breathless than ever.
When he raised his head he said earnestly, "Tonight I have a yen to sleep with my soon-to-be wife in the house that will shelter our children and us for many years to come." Bending, he scooped her into his arms and with a soft growl whirled once with her. "The house that will watch us build a sound future, put down solid roots for them and their offspring in this land beyond the mountains with their blue haze."
"But we have no bed up there," she reminded him huskily.
He brushed his nose on hers. "Since when has that bothered us, eh? A blanket will suffice."
Isabella linked her fingers about his neck and returned his smile, her heart filled to overflowing.
They had journeyed far since that first momentous meeting on the wharf, overcome many obstacles, but the best part of their journey lay ahead. This part would be the easiest; for now they would face it together; two hearts in unison.
The End
About the Author
Award winning author Tricia McGill was born in London, England, and moved to Australia many years ago, settling near Melbourne.
The youngest in a large, loving family she was never lonely or alone. Surrounded by avid readers, who encouraged her to read from an early age, is it any wonder she became a writer? The local library was a treasure trove and magical world of discovery through her childhood and growing years. Although her published works cross sub-genres, romance is always at their heart. Tricia finds the research entailed in writing historicals and her other great passion, time-travels, fascinating. You can find excerpts of all her published books on her web site: www.triciamcgill.com
Mystic Mountains was written as a tribute to the magnificent pioneer women who battled alongside their men to open new frontiers in far flung corners of the globe. It was inspired by letters sent from Australia home to England by these women who were often torn away from the family and homeland they loved, forced to endure all kinds of deprivation, but faced every struggle with strength and fortitude.
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