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was plenty of room, but she made a point of bumping her hip into him as they traveled.
“I wish I had a sister. I have naught but men around me.” She sighed, a deep heavy sigh that told him she was searching for sympathy.
“Surely, you must have friends.”
“Not many.” Her eyes widened and she pointed at a star shooting across the sky. “Look.
‘Tis a magical sign. Let’s move out from the trees to see it.”
Torrian squelched his own sigh over that. It was hardly a magical sign. He was certain if he checked with Aedan Cameron or his wife Jennie that they would agree with him. Nonetheless, he went along with her, following as she moved close to the curtain wall and a small copse of trees beside a bench.
They stared at the sky a few moments longer, until the star disappeared, and then she peered up at him with a hopeful look on her face. Torrian knew what that look meant. She was hoping for a kiss. He decided to accommodate her wish just to see if there were any stars shooting about afterwards. After all, he’d pledged to see if it was a good match. What better way to tell if there was a spark?
His lips descended on hers. As soon as their lips met, she wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her pelvis into him. She parted her lips and immediately crushed her tongue against his in a most unappetizing way. It only reminded him of a different kiss, of honeyed lips and a lass who smelled like a forest.
Davina ended the kiss and stared at him, as if expecting something. Her eyebrows rose in a question, as if she were quite dissatisfied with his response.
“You did not like my kiss, Torrian?”
“Aye, ‘twas nice.” He pondered her question, unsure of what she wanted from him.
Then she stared at the front of his plaid as if she were expecting something. That was when it dawned on him. She had expected to feel his hardness against her, and it had surprised her that he was not excited. Trying to hide his surprise, he turned his head to the sky. “No more stars performing their magic?”
Truth was, she did nothing for him. But how could a lad say that without insulting a lass?
“Och, you are different, are you not?” She gave him a sideways glance, then cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips down to hers. She kissed him, sweeping her tongue to force his lips open, and then bit his lower lip.
Torrian pulled back and stared at her in shock. “You bit me? ‘Tis your way to entice me?” The lass had him so confused, he knew not what to say. But if she hoped to excite a reaction from him, she was surely going about it in the wrong way. He rubbed his bottom lip, felt the blood trickling from it. “I think ‘tis time to return to the keep.”
Davina glowered at him and murmured, “You are different, quite.” She stalked back to the keep one step ahead of him, never looking back, her hips swaying enough to collide with aught within a few feet of her.
It was going to be a long trip.
***
Later that night, heavy footsteps paced, stomping through the hay. He had told her to meet him in the stables to be sure they were not overheard. Shite, but he was mad as hell. How could he look at someone so beautiful and want to rip out her hair one strand at a time? He paced back over to her and spoke in as deep and threatening a voice as he could muster. “How could you fail to make him interested in you? You have the beauty, must I do everything?”
Davina whispered, “Ranulf, time will fix this.”
Ranulf MacNiven replied, “Time will not fix aught if he’s not interested in you. Are you sure he had no response to you?”
Davina replied, “I think I know by now what a man’s response should be. He had none.”
“Then you must have done something wrong. You must seduce him. He has to want this marriage. ‘Tis part of the plan. We need him to be so besotted with you, he’ll make poor decisions. This is a long-range plan, but it all begins with your marriage to the Ramsay’s son.”
“I know.”
“I wish I had a sister. I have naught but men around me.” She sighed, a deep heavy sigh that told him she was searching for sympathy.
“Surely, you must have friends.”
“Not many.” Her eyes widened and she pointed at a star shooting across the sky. “Look.
‘Tis a magical sign. Let’s move out from the trees to see it.”
Torrian squelched his own sigh over that. It was hardly a magical sign. He was certain if he checked with Aedan Cameron or his wife Jennie that they would agree with him. Nonetheless, he went along with her, following as she moved close to the curtain wall and a small copse of trees beside a bench.
They stared at the sky a few moments longer, until the star disappeared, and then she peered up at him with a hopeful look on her face. Torrian knew what that look meant. She was hoping for a kiss. He decided to accommodate her wish just to see if there were any stars shooting about afterwards. After all, he’d pledged to see if it was a good match. What better way to tell if there was a spark?
His lips descended on hers. As soon as their lips met, she wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her pelvis into him. She parted her lips and immediately crushed her tongue against his in a most unappetizing way. It only reminded him of a different kiss, of honeyed lips and a lass who smelled like a forest.
Davina ended the kiss and stared at him, as if expecting something. Her eyebrows rose in a question, as if she were quite dissatisfied with his response.
“You did not like my kiss, Torrian?”
“Aye, ‘twas nice.” He pondered her question, unsure of what she wanted from him.
Then she stared at the front of his plaid as if she were expecting something. That was when it dawned on him. She had expected to feel his hardness against her, and it had surprised her that he was not excited. Trying to hide his surprise, he turned his head to the sky. “No more stars performing their magic?”
Truth was, she did nothing for him. But how could a lad say that without insulting a lass?
“Och, you are different, are you not?” She gave him a sideways glance, then cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips down to hers. She kissed him, sweeping her tongue to force his lips open, and then bit his lower lip.
Torrian pulled back and stared at her in shock. “You bit me? ‘Tis your way to entice me?” The lass had him so confused, he knew not what to say. But if she hoped to excite a reaction from him, she was surely going about it in the wrong way. He rubbed his bottom lip, felt the blood trickling from it. “I think ‘tis time to return to the keep.”
Davina glowered at him and murmured, “You are different, quite.” She stalked back to the keep one step ahead of him, never looking back, her hips swaying enough to collide with aught within a few feet of her.
It was going to be a long trip.
***
Later that night, heavy footsteps paced, stomping through the hay. He had told her to meet him in the stables to be sure they were not overheard. Shite, but he was mad as hell. How could he look at someone so beautiful and want to rip out her hair one strand at a time? He paced back over to her and spoke in as deep and threatening a voice as he could muster. “How could you fail to make him interested in you? You have the beauty, must I do everything?”
Davina whispered, “Ranulf, time will fix this.”
Ranulf MacNiven replied, “Time will not fix aught if he’s not interested in you. Are you sure he had no response to you?”
Davina replied, “I think I know by now what a man’s response should be. He had none.”
“Then you must have done something wrong. You must seduce him. He has to want this marriage. ‘Tis part of the plan. We need him to be so besotted with you, he’ll make poor decisions. This is a long-range plan, but it all begins with your marriage to the Ramsay’s son.”
“I know.”
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