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Her skin came alive with gooseflesh. She couldn’t pull away from him even if she’d tried. For years, she’d wanted to know what it was like to kiss a man—not a peck on the cheek, but a deep, longing kiss—one intended only for her.
    She molded into his chest. He tasted like whisky and rain while his tongue swirled with hers in an intoxicating dance. Meg prayed he’d hold her in his arms forever. If he released now, she’d swoon for certain.

Chapter Eight
    Holding Meg Douglas in his arms, Duncan’s pain melted into oblivion. God forgive him, he’d needed to kiss the lass ever since her long red lashes unveiled her eyes in the chapel. The way she came undone in his arms, she felt the same, whether Lady Meg knew it or not. Aye, initially she may have been a wee bit resistant, but once Duncan showed her how a man kisses a woman, she’d melted like butter in the sun.
    Bless the sweet smell of wildflowers that wafted from every crevice of her body. He couldn’t recall a woman ever tasting so sweet. And her soft curves molded into his chest so well.
    Only one kiss and I’ll be able to push her from my thoughts.
    Closing his eyes, he swirled his tongue down her neck. A smoldering moan escaped her throat. “Sir Duncan.” Her voice had turned husky. “I cannot . . .”
    The muscles in his arms clenched. God on the cross, ever since he met the lass he’d done nothing but tell himself Lady Douglas was forbidden fruit. As soon as they were shut in a chamber alone, his lustful Campbell urges surged straight through the tip of his cock. Of course, lowering his braies while Meg tended his naked arse did nothing to quash his yearnings. Bloody hell, he couldn’t be trusted—aye, he, a knight who’d taken an oath of chivalry, got a maid alone in a chamber, bared his bum and then proceeded to ravish her. Heaven help him, if she hadn’t stopped them, he’d have deflowered her before the fire needed another stick of wood.
    His payment for her rescue wouldn’t be the only thing forfeited. Blast the English to hell for their dimwitted chase. Now only God knew how long he’d be forced to endure Meg’s presence. How complicated and awkward he’d just made things.
    Duncan grasped her shoulders and stared at her nose. He couldn’t bring himself to look into those crystal blues. Not now. “Apologies. I do not ken what came over me.”
    Meg covered her mouth with her hand and stomped her little foot. “I’ll . . . I’ll not have you taking advantage of me because of my deformity. I have a sharp mind in spite of my hand.”
    Duncan furrowed his brow. “You think yourself unappealing because of a wee bent hand?”
    Meg whipped around and turned her back. “I saw the fear in your eyes when you first saw it. But allow me to say, I know my languages and I can read better than Arthur, calculate sums, and I can ride a horse as fast as any man.”
    He stared at her slender shoulders dumbly. “Aye, you do have an impressive seat.” I’m sure that appeased her worries, ye big oaf. If only he could reach out and caress her wild locks—show her how extraordinary he believed her to be.
    Those red tresses shook. “Nay. You’re just saying that to soothe my feelings.”
    He placed a hand on her shoulder. After all, it was only a hand. Her body tensed. So did his. “One thing you must know, Lady Meg. I never pay a compliment which isn’t due. If I say you have a talent, I mean it.” Better .
    She stood motionless for a moment and then regarded his hand, still resting on her shoulder. “You’re not put off by the . . . my hand?”
    “Nay. I can see no reason to fear it.”
    She sidestepped out from under his grasp, and looked him in the eye. “Why did you kiss me?”
    Because you’re more wily than a devil cat. Duncan swiped his hand across his mouth. Lordy, what should he tell her? He abhorred lying. “Forgive me. I was hired by your brother to rescue you from the Earl of Northumberland and return you safely to