Heart of a Highlander by Collette Cameron

Author:Collette Cameron [Cameron, Collette]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories, Scottish, Romance, Historical, Short Stories & Anthologies, Single Authors, One Hour (33-43 Pages), Historical Romance, A Scottish Novelette, Holidays
Amazon: B00VS4K0ZC
Publisher: Blue Rose Romance
Published: 2015-05-26T00:00:00+00:00

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Giselle hovered so close, Hugh could see the dark blue flecks in her wide, sea-green eyes. Hesitation tinged with yearning simmered in their depths.

He cupped her nape, closing the remaining distance between them.

She didn’t resist, but instead, her lashes fanned her silky cheeks, and she sighed.

He dipped his head, hovering over the sweetness of her soft lips, savoring the moment. He’d fantasized about kissing her for so long, fear he’d frighten or disappointment her made him as nervous as an untried lad.

A groan of longing escaped him.

Then her lips touched his.

Passion exploded, so intense, Hugh’s head spun.

Giselle wobbled and folded to her knees, her hands fisted in his sodden overcoat’s lapels.

He followed, dropping to one knee and teasing the seam of her lips with his tongue.

Panting, she opened her mouth, her moan of submission nearly causing him to spill his seed in his trews.

He deepened the kiss, keenly aware they could be discovered kneeling and compromised at any moment. Yet, he’d take the risk for a few more moments of bliss.

Giselle returned his kiss with a woman’s passion. No coyness or hesitation, just unselfish giving.

His arms wrapped around her, Hugh tightened his embrace. Such a little lass, though the full breasts pressing into his chest gave irrefutable testament to her womanliness.

Her arms crept up to wind behind his neck, holding him captive to her hungry kisses.

He dared to trail a hand along the curve of one ripe breast, the other caressing her plump buttocks.

A door banging closed jerked him back to the present.

Breathing heavily, he drew away. He cupped her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb.

“Ye have a mighty fine way of showing your appreciation, lass.”

She blanched and scrambled away from him, her lips swollen and red. The line of her mouth flattened, and woundedness replaced the desire in her eyes.

Shite. Why did I say that?

“You think that’s what this was?” She gestured between the two of them. Blue sparks spewed from her eyes. “My way of . . . thanking you?”

Features strained, she stood. Her small form quaked, though whether from cold or outrage, he couldn’t discern.

“I didn’t realize you thought so little of me that you’d compare me to a putain.” Hurt echoed in her voice and lingered in her soulful eyes. She gave a long blink and drew in an even longer breath.

“Nae, jo, yer talking pish. I dinna mean that the way it sounded.” Hugh rose in a sharp, smooth motion. “Yer a verra bonnie lass, and I’d have to be dead not to want ye.”

He reached for her.

She backed away and cast a fretful look about the passageway.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m rather cold.” She grasped her cloak and skirts, and with her head held high, swept past him.

“Mo chroí, wait . . .”

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