The Highlander's Demand (Highland Rogues Book 1) by Mary Wine

Author:Mary Wine [Wine, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2020-01-06T23:00:00+00:00

Once again, she was cradled against him, her breaths drawing in the scent of his body. This time, she found it oddly comforting as he turned and crossed the space back to the bed. He sat her down on the edge of the mattress and then sat next to her.

“Buchanan.” She propped her hands behind her. “Ye must rethink the matter.”

He pressed his thumb against her lips. “I have made my decision.” Determination flashed in his eyes, and his face became a mask of unrelenting firmness.

“No one,” he began gruffly, “no one will ever lay hands on ye again without knowing ye belong to me, Rhedyn. The next man who frightens ye will understand he will no’ just be banished, but I will choke the life from his body for the crime of putting fear into yer eyes.”

“Ye can ensure me protection by sending me home with Laird McLeod.”

He stroked her face, sending a shiver down her spine. Only it wasn’t the cold sensation that the memory of Hamish’s attack had produced. No, this was a jolt of warmth that burned through that chill, making her quiver.

“Ye will be me wife,” he muttered firmly. “Because I want to put me hands on ye, lass. It would be far better for me to send ye home, for there are plenty in me clan who will not be pleased to see me making ye the lady of this stronghold.”

“So…send me…home.” It was the logical thing to say, yet the words stuck in her throat.

Whatever she might have said was caught beneath his kiss. He cupped the back of her neck and pressed his mouth against her. Rhedyn shifted nervously, but the truth was, she was far more interested in getting closer to him. His strength drew her, the way his mouth moved against hers unleashed a rush of sensation that thrilled her all the way to her toes. When he lifted his head, she was breathless, a tingling mass of indecision. Her mind, simply unable to deal with anything.

“Shall I send ye home, Rhedyn?” he asked as he stroked her neck gently. “Do ye prefer a cold marriage to what is between us?”

He held her in place so that their eyes met. “I confess, I would consider myself a fool if I were to allow ye to ride away with yer uncle, for whatever is between us, I know it is rare. And that I’ve never felt it before.”

She should have told him no.

Should have voiced some sort of denial.

Should have managed a retort.

Instead, all of her ‘should have’s’ remained unspoken as Buchanan stood and left. Her thoughts returned in a rush, leaving her perched on the bed as she tried to decide what it was she needed to argue with him about.

No wonder she had been warned to stay away from men.

They addled the brain for certain!

*

Rhedyn wasn’t going to hide.

An hour after her confrontation with Buchanan, she brushed her hair from her face. Somehow, she’d fallen asleep, but now, she was wide awake.

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