Ravished by a Highlander (2010)

Author:Quinn, Paula [Paula, Quinn,]
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2011-01-14T19:09:56.640000+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

They docked in Tarskavaig Bay on the western shore of the peninsula and traveled north along the rugged coastline. Tarskavaig, Finn was happy to relate to Davina (riding at her flank, of course), was one of the largest crafting settlements on Skye and had a long history steeped in Norse origins.

But instead of relishing the quaint beauty of the dozens of small houses scattered across the shallow valley before her, Davina’s thoughts clung to the man sitting behind her on his horse. She’d dreamed of seeing the world outside St. Christopher’s gates, had wasted away her days lost in other places where mothers and fathers didn’t have to give up their babes. But now, when one such place lay spread out around her, none of it mattered. Edward had been right when he said Rob had no idea what would come against him, but she knew, and it gnawed at her until she felt ill. If the MacGregors shot their cannons at the King’s army, there would be war. She couldn’t let it come to that. She’d had plenty of time to think on the ship and she knew that Edward had been wrong about one thing. Rob would not abandon her even if he knew it was the king’s army he might be facing. Her heart was certain of it now, for she’d tasted it in his kiss, felt it in the strength of his embrace, and the tantalizing proof of how he wanted to possess her.

The memory of his readied manhood between her thighs heated her insides and made her acutely aware of every hard curve pressed against her back now. She might have been raised in a convent, but she wasn’t completely ignorant of what took place between men and women. The Abbess at St. Christopher’s had told her, preparing her for the day of her marriage, if it ever came. Besides that, she’d seen enough sheep and cattle, and even horses to know what the mating ritual was about. As basely primitive as it might be, the thought of her and Rob locked in nature’s ancient dance made her tingle to the soles of her feet. She wondered what it would be like to lie with him, to hold all that strong male body in her arms, to hear him whisper words of love while he made her his. Never, Davina, she forced herself to think logically. It will never be. You were not born for this life. Someone would find her, either the Duke’s men, or God forbid it, her father’s.

She should never have let Rob bring her to Skye. It wasn’t too late. She had to tell him the truth and gather her strength to request that he bring her back to the ship before Connor’s men left Sleat. They could still take her to Ireland. It had to be this way. She couldn’t bear the thought of anyone dying because of her.

Edward looked as miserable as she felt while they trotted over carpeted bluebells, past hillocks lined with grazing sheep that took no notice of them whatsoever.

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