Highland Yule: A MacLomain and MacLauchlin Hogmanay Tale by Sky Purington

Author:Sky Purington [Purington, Sky]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: highland romance, sky purington, scottish romance, medieval romance, holiday romance, highlander romance
Publisher: Sky Purington
Published: 2020-01-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

While Colmac was certainly frustrated with his brother’s deception, his angst fled at the feeling of finally kissing Rona. He had dreamt of this moment again and again and found the reality of it even better. Understanding this was her first real kiss, he took his time, gentle and coaxing at first, until he could not help but relish her sweet taste and deepen the exchange.

Far more receptive than he anticipated, she groaned and melted against him when their tongues met. While beyond aroused and hungry for her, desperate to take her, right here, right now, against the wall if he had to, he would not disrespect her like that.

When it happened, and it would happen, he would make her feel things beyond her wildest imagination. He would spread her soft thighs and taste her sweet heat. Then he would spread her legs wider still, sink into her tight sheath and make her his at last.

The longer he kissed her, the more eager he became so he reluctantly ended it before he did something she was not ready for. Not quite yet, anyway. He pulled his lips away, only to find her eyes shut, and her lips rosy from his kisses. He could stare at her forever this way, lost in his arms, within his touch.

Her eyes slowly opened and met his, dewy and sensual, her voice hoarse. “Why did ye do that?”

“Ye know full well why.” His voice was just as husky. “Because I have wanted to do it since that verra eve. To kiss ye as ye should be kissed...to love ye as ye should be loved.”

“But ye didnae,” she whispered. “Ye let me go.” She searched his eyes. “Would ye have done so, had ye known Bróccín knew ye loved me? Would that have made a difference?”

“I wish I could tell ye what ye want to hear, but I dinnae know, lass,” he said. “The man standing in front of ye now wants to reach back in time, take ye and never let go. The lad back then?” He shook his head. “He loved ye something fierce, but he loved his brother too. He saw the hardships he went through with sickness and how he never quite measured up to the other lads. How he always struggled.”

He kept his gaze with hers, praying she understood. “There is little I wouldnae have done to give Bróccín genuine happiness...even if it meant forfeiting the love I felt for ye.”

Rona's misty eyes remained on him for several more moments, her internal struggle obvious. Eventually, she pulled away and sank onto a bench, her gaze lost while she came to terms with his revelation. He sat beside her and waited, hoping she would be able to separate the actions of a lad from a man. Or at least understand the depths of his soft heart, especially when it came to Bróccín.

“Though I have this great anger...” She gripped the edge of the seat and hung her head. “I cannae fault ye for loving yer brother so deeply.

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