Highlander's Hope: A Scottish Historical Time Travel Romance (Called by a Highlander Book 2) by Mariah Stone

Author:Mariah Stone [Stone, Mariah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Stone Publishing
Published: 2020-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Marjorie panted. Her heart beat like an army of Celtic drums. Her cheeks flamed with heat, and her breasts ached with longing. A slight warm breeze cooled her cheek, and she inhaled the air hungrily, hoping it would calm her down.

What was this witchcraft? Could a kiss cause this?

Aye, it could. And the worst was, she wanted more. Where was the fear she’d expected? There was only curiosity now, wonder, hunger.

“Too much?” Konnor said.

His eyes dark with the mixture of desire and worry, his body stiff with helplessness. He looked like he wanted to step towards her and take her into his arms, but he restrained himself.

“I…” She breathed out. “I dinna ken. Aye, too much, but also nae enough.”

“Have you not been kissed before?” Konnor said.

“Nae like this.” She turned and leaned her back against the merlon. “Before Dunollie, I had two kisses, and neither resembled anything like this. And then, Alasdair…”

His kisses had left blood. His touch left bruises. Konnor’s brought healing and wonder and magic.

He stood by her side so that his shoulder connected with hers. Even through her tunic, she felt that he emanated heat like a furnace—or maybe it was her. The touch caused a wave of tingles to race through her arm. His lovely scent in her nose, his deep voice caressing her… She was losing her cool, and she flattened her palm against the stone merlon to calm herself down.

“I didna mean to be so dramatic,” she said. “But ‘tis hard. I dinna ken what to think. I thought when a man touched me, all my body was capable of was pain.”

Konnor turned to her and cupped her face with his big, rough palm. “You have no idea how much I want to kill the monster that did that to you.” She leaned into his palm and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm touch of him. “Your body was made to sing under the touch of a man who loves and worships you.”

She let those words wash over her for a long, sweet moment. A man who loved her… Worshiped her…

No, that wasn’t possible for her after Alasdair. She’d forever be tainted. Impure. Spoiled by evil. No man would ever want to connect his life with hers—and she’d never want to imprison anyone in a marriage with an unworthy, cowardly wife.

Invisible shields rose around her heart, hiding it in an iron cocoon. Strange. She hadn’t even noticed she had let them down with Konnor.

And even stranger was that she didn’t want them up when he was around. Her body did sing under his touch.

“Konnor, ye’re verra kind with me. But I dinna think any man would want to.”

His gaze seized her with the depth of its blue darkness. “You have no idea how wrong you are.”

She went still in response to the hunger in his voice. The whole wall threatened to lurch and crumble from the possibility of what he was implying… That happiness was real for her, that someone could love her.

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