To Steal a Highlander's Heart

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face
and slumped against the pillows.
    Morgann
smirked with satisfaction and Alana gritted her teeth at his display of male
pride. "'Tis bad enough ye've kidnapped me but now ye've tied me up and
plan to sleep in my chamber. I'll be ruined by the time yer done with me."
    He
crossed both arms across his chest and rocked back on his heels as he
considered her. "Trust me, lass, if I wanted ye ruined, I had enough opportunity
on the mountains."
    A
knot sat in her throat. What did he mean? Surely she hadn't really—
    "Oh,
aye." He nodded, making her wonder if she'd spoken aloud or perhaps he
just read her that easily. "Ye all but offered yerself to me."
    She
swallowed the lump, hoping the dim candlelight hid the blush in her cheeks.
"I didnae!"
    "Said
ye'd never been with a man and then threw yerself at me." His teeth
flashed. "Yer lucky I'm an honourable man. Many lesser men would have
taken everything ye offered and more."
    "I
took ye for many things, Morgann, but I didnae take ye for a liar."
    "I'm
no' lying about this and ye know it well. I can tell, Alana. Ye remember that
moment just as well as I do." Morgann positioned himself at the end of the
bed, arms still folded. He released a cynical laugh. "Many lesser men would
take ye now too."
    Skin
prickling, Alana tried to ignore the thrill his words sent through her as her
body remembered the sensation of being draped across that powerful form. In the
candlelight, his skin gleamed, along with his eyes. It was no wonder she'd
offered herself to him really. Who could resist such a man? She tracked every
fragment of him, from the dusting of hair at his collar to the veins in his
arms. Unfortunately the end of the bed blocked the rest of him.
    "Especially
when ye look at them like that."
    She
snapped her gaze to his face, cursing her obviousness. She never had been any
good at hiding her thoughts. "Mayhap ye should take me. I am ruined anyway."
She smiled. Oh aye, this could work. Seduce him into letting her go. Not that
she'd ever seduced a man before. In truth, she'd never even kissed one.
    Eyes
hooded, Morgann's gaze followed the line of her skirts—where she knew her
ankles were on display—up to her breasts, and lingered on her face. Each part
of her singed, as if he had touched her rather than just looked. The faint
buffet of the wind against the shutters drowned out the sound of her own heavy
breaths but it failed to cover the pounding beat in her ears. How long he
studied her, she couldn't be sure, but if felt like forever.
    And
then he spoke and it was not long enough.
    "Ye
make a tempting offer but I'm in no habit of taking lasses against their
will."
    "Why
would it be against my will?" Embarrassment flamed through her as she
heard the desperation in her voice.
    Sweet
Mary, was it all part of the plan or did she truly long for him to make her
his? What she had told him in the mountains had been true. Long ago she'd
believed they would probably marry and he would be the one to take her
maidenhood but never like this. And she never expected to yearn for it so
badly.
    He
moved unexpectedly around the bed and dropped down beside her. Palms pressed
into the pillow, his arms framed her, chest flat against hers. Her nipples
peaked against him at the feel of hard male flesh and his hair tickled her
cheek as it fell across her face. A hint of fruity wine lingered in his warm
breaths and she blinked as his lips came to her ear. Her hands came up to press
him away but somehow ended up fastened to his chest. A heavy pulse against her
palm echoed the one in her chest. She shuddered as his breath fanned over her
skin.
    Firm
lips danced over her chin and his tongue darted out to lick at the corner of
her mouth. A tingle bolted through her and she forgot to breathe. She went
rigid. This isnae how a first kiss should be!
     "Ye
dinnae know what ye want, Alana,” he whispered. Thrusting himself away, he
stood and shook his head. “And I'll no’ fall prey to some wild plan

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