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Authors: Terry Spear
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shake the desire to kiss her...just to prove she did like him...to a point.
He touched her wrist and heat seared his fingertips. The lass bewitched him like no other had ever done. She stopped, faced him, and waited, green eyes full of intrigue, widened, curious.
His gaze focused on her wet, full lips again. They parted slightly. He looked up. Did she want him to kiss her as much as he wanted to? If he kissed her and she screamed out in protest, King Henry would have his head.
As if her lady-in-waiting realized what he was about to do, she cleared her throat from some distance behind.
A crimson blush rose to Anice’s cheeks, and she quickly looked down at the stone path.
Damn her lady-in-waiting. He didn’t want to wait until they arrived at Brecken Castle, and Anice began to see Norman lairds who wished her hand. He wanted her to think of the kiss they shared and remember how a Highlander had made her feel. Never again would she be able to think of a Highlander the same way.
She looked at him again, and before he could lean down and touch his lips to hers or fathom what she was about to do, she quickly kissed his mouth with a feather-light touch, then hurried away.
He stood dumbfounded, unable to will his feet to move. Her kiss was like a fairy’s, so light ‘twas almost unreal and yet it stirred his loins like no other woman had ever done. Pure magic, soft and sweet. Even now as he licked his lips, he was certain the taste of sweetened wine was from her mouth, not his. How he’d wished he had responded more quickly and shown her a Highland warrior’s true kiss.
Mai brushed past him in a rush to catch up to her mistress.
He folded his arms. Anice was a paradox in silk and wool, soft with curves in all of the right places. Sweet at times, sharp tongued at others. He couldn’t help but be attracted to the woman, the backbone she had to stand up to the king, the way she wished to return home to solve the problems that lay in wait for her. Too bad, he had other plans.
His brothers joined him. Dougald punched Malcolm in the arm. “Angus has told me how ye fought with the lady at the meal. Though even from where I sat in the hall, I heard her words raised in anger. Whatever say you to get her to kiss you now?”
Damned if Malcolm knew. “’Tis for me to know and you to guess the reason.”
Both his brothers groaned. But deep inside, so did Malcolm. The kiss she had bestowed so freely upon him was only the beginning. Now he had to show her what a kiss would truly feel like, once he had the chance to respond. A vixen was what she was.
He glanced up at her chamber window. She stood watching him, but quickly stepped away when she caught his eye. Chuckling, he shook his head.
“She said she did not like your type,” Angus reminded him.
“Aye, and I believed not a word of it.”
“If I did not know better, Malcolm, I would think you are pursuing the lady. But of course I know better. You wish an English bride.”
“Aye.”
Dougald took a deep breath and folded his arms across his broad chest. “’Tis why you did not respond to her kiss.” Humor tinged his all-knowing words.
“She stunned him, do you not think, Dougald? She shocked me. Never have I seen Malcolm not kiss a lady who kissed him first.”
“Either that or he was afraid of what the king might think.”
Angus grinned. “That may be true.”
Malcolm stalked toward the keep. “We must sleep, so that we may rise before dawn and be on our way.”
“’Tis not that you have a liking for the lass, is it?” Angus persisted.
Dougald laughed. “He tells us one thing, but his actions say another.”
A servant opened the door for them, and a page handed Malcolm a missive. “’Tis from His Grace, milord.” He handed him another sealed letter.
“And this is from?”
“A knight I didn’t recognize, beg forgiveness, milord. When he heard I had a message
He touched her wrist and heat seared his fingertips. The lass bewitched him like no other had ever done. She stopped, faced him, and waited, green eyes full of intrigue, widened, curious.
His gaze focused on her wet, full lips again. They parted slightly. He looked up. Did she want him to kiss her as much as he wanted to? If he kissed her and she screamed out in protest, King Henry would have his head.
As if her lady-in-waiting realized what he was about to do, she cleared her throat from some distance behind.
A crimson blush rose to Anice’s cheeks, and she quickly looked down at the stone path.
Damn her lady-in-waiting. He didn’t want to wait until they arrived at Brecken Castle, and Anice began to see Norman lairds who wished her hand. He wanted her to think of the kiss they shared and remember how a Highlander had made her feel. Never again would she be able to think of a Highlander the same way.
She looked at him again, and before he could lean down and touch his lips to hers or fathom what she was about to do, she quickly kissed his mouth with a feather-light touch, then hurried away.
He stood dumbfounded, unable to will his feet to move. Her kiss was like a fairy’s, so light ‘twas almost unreal and yet it stirred his loins like no other woman had ever done. Pure magic, soft and sweet. Even now as he licked his lips, he was certain the taste of sweetened wine was from her mouth, not his. How he’d wished he had responded more quickly and shown her a Highland warrior’s true kiss.
Mai brushed past him in a rush to catch up to her mistress.
He folded his arms. Anice was a paradox in silk and wool, soft with curves in all of the right places. Sweet at times, sharp tongued at others. He couldn’t help but be attracted to the woman, the backbone she had to stand up to the king, the way she wished to return home to solve the problems that lay in wait for her. Too bad, he had other plans.
His brothers joined him. Dougald punched Malcolm in the arm. “Angus has told me how ye fought with the lady at the meal. Though even from where I sat in the hall, I heard her words raised in anger. Whatever say you to get her to kiss you now?”
Damned if Malcolm knew. “’Tis for me to know and you to guess the reason.”
Both his brothers groaned. But deep inside, so did Malcolm. The kiss she had bestowed so freely upon him was only the beginning. Now he had to show her what a kiss would truly feel like, once he had the chance to respond. A vixen was what she was.
He glanced up at her chamber window. She stood watching him, but quickly stepped away when she caught his eye. Chuckling, he shook his head.
“She said she did not like your type,” Angus reminded him.
“Aye, and I believed not a word of it.”
“If I did not know better, Malcolm, I would think you are pursuing the lady. But of course I know better. You wish an English bride.”
“Aye.”
Dougald took a deep breath and folded his arms across his broad chest. “’Tis why you did not respond to her kiss.” Humor tinged his all-knowing words.
“She stunned him, do you not think, Dougald? She shocked me. Never have I seen Malcolm not kiss a lady who kissed him first.”
“Either that or he was afraid of what the king might think.”
Angus grinned. “That may be true.”
Malcolm stalked toward the keep. “We must sleep, so that we may rise before dawn and be on our way.”
“’Tis not that you have a liking for the lass, is it?” Angus persisted.
Dougald laughed. “He tells us one thing, but his actions say another.”
A servant opened the door for them, and a page handed Malcolm a missive. “’Tis from His Grace, milord.” He handed him another sealed letter.
“And this is from?”
“A knight I didn’t recognize, beg forgiveness, milord. When he heard I had a message
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