The Highland Chief by Dana D'Angelo

Author:Dana D'Angelo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: highlanders, scottish highlands romance healer intrigue, scottish sensual lovers historical romance, highlander erotica, highlander romance adult, highlander hero romance, scottish historical romance 1600s, scottish historical romance novel, scottish highlander romance, highlander romance series
Publisher: Dana D'Angelo

Chapter 10

Darra felt a delicious warmth against her cheek, and she wondered whether she was dreaming. Coming slowly into consciousness, she heard the birds twittering overhead. Her fingertips skimmed over smooth skin and hard muscle. Right beneath her ear, she heard a solid, rhythmic heart beating…

Hard muscle? Heart beating?

The questions crashed through her mind like a battering ram at the gates. She jerked back her hand, and became even more alarmed to find herself cradled against Rory’s taut, masculine torso. Her first impulse was to leap off his lap, but then she glanced down and discovered that she was nude. Images from last night flooded her mind. So it wasn’t a dream after all; she really had made love with Rory.

But the pleasant memory soon changed into something more worrisome. Now that it was morning, she was confronted with the cold, hard truth that she was no longer a virgin. She blinked at this startling fact. Her innocence was lost the moment she decided to kiss Rory. But now that she experienced how raw, primal love felt, she desired more — even though this was supposed to be a one-time occurrence. She released a shuddering sigh.

“Ye are awake,” Rory’s deep voice penetrated her thoughts.

“Oh,” she tipped her head back. His expression was impassive, as if he wasn’t fazed that a naked woman slept in his arms. “I thought you were still asleep.”

“Nay, all parts of me are definitely awake,” he said, a sudden mischievous gleam reflecting in his eyes.

A part of him was definitely poking at her hip. She felt fire rush to her face just as a sharp tingle coursed through her, and thrummed between her legs. She came off his lap, found her chemise and quickly put it on.

Spinning around to face him, she declared, “Last night was a mistake.” But the real mistake was to look at him. In the gray light, she was able to see him in all his glory. He remained sitting, a mildly amused expression on his visage. As she wondered at his amusement, a small movement from his hand caught her attention, drawing her scrutiny downward.

Her breath caught in her windpipe.

With one hand, he gripped his magnificent cock, stroking its thick length while he watched her with hooded eyes.

“’Twas a mistake,” she said again, tearing her gaze away from his obvious male pleasure, and ignoring the intense flames that blazed through her system. She released a shaky breath. These unwelcome feelings made her feel unsettled and confused. As soon as she finished healing Eanruing MacGregon, she would go back to England, and forget about all the curious sensations that Rory roused in her. It was foolish to develop any attachment to this man. She tasted passion once, and it should be enough, shouldn’t it?

Rory stood and stretched, his muscles rippling as he moved. He made a striking figure clothed in his great kilt, but standing naked, he was spectacular, breathtaking. He appeared unconscious or unconcerned about his male beauty, and the fact that he bore a raging cockstand.

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