Chapter Forty-Five
His deep breathing echoed a slow relaxed rhythm, barely stirring his warm comforting body pressed against her side. Finally. Emma eased up on her side and peered down into Torin’s relaxed face. She’d thought he’d never fall asleep. His determined cajoling for a promise to join him when he left this world had escalated into a frustrated rant. The only way she’d succeeded in silencing him was when she threatened to leave the Isle of Lewis and never look back. When she’d shouted that threat, he’d closed his mouth into a flat sullen line and not uttered another word.
Emma eased in a shaking breath. The warm scent of him stretched out beside her fanned the smoldering fire in her belly and the growing ache in her heart. She never tired of wanting him. Torin satisfied every need she’d ever dreamt of and a few she never knew existed. How was it that such a frustrating man could set her on fire with just a glance? With the barest of touches, she traced the tips of her fingers along the curves of his expansive chest. How on earth could she consider doing what he suggested? Leave this place. All she knew and all she ever loved. Emma flattened her hand atop the scarred center of Torin’s torso. But if she didn’t follow him through the veil, how could she bear his leaving?
Strands of clouds as thin as worn linen skittered across the face of the moon. The eerie white beam struggled through the window, casting a bluish glow across Torin’s skin. Emma leaned over, closing her eyes as she pressed her face against his smooth torso. Indecision fueled the aching knot of emotions closing off her throat. Inhaling the spicy scent of his body, Emma snuggled closer against his side. How had life gotten so complicated? Easing her arm across his chest and stretching her leg across his thighs, Emma forced the worry to the back of her mind. Maybe she’d find a way to get him to stay. There had to be something in this world that he’d not be willing to let go.