Free His Wild Highland Lass by Terry Spear

didn't like the feelings she had for him. The growing need, just as lust-driven as his own. Not when she knew nothing good could come of it.
    He kissed her cheek. "I had no interest in food either. No' when all I could do was worry about you. If I marry you…"
    She stared at him in disbelief. Did he really mean it? That he wanted her and no other woman? She barely breathed, anticipating his very next words.
    "Aye, lass, you know verra well that I canna think of anything else."
    Yet there was too much at stake. He couldn't be serious. "But Laird Montgomery…his daughter…his son…Laird MacNeill. You…you are no' just saying so to…to, well, do you mean to wed me, or no'?"
    He laughed and swept her up in his arms and kissed her soundly, surely, deliberately, with every ounce of passion he possessed.
    Her heart pounded with excitement and delight. Once she'd been sent off to Laird MacNeill's keep and he had shown his interest in her, she hadn't dreamed she could ever be happy again.
    She wrapped her arms around Ronan's neck and kissed him right back. Then she broke free of the kiss and looked up at him with tears in her eyes, unable to smile. She worried for him and his clan should Laird Montgomery be angered enough to retaliate. Did he even know Ronan didn't want to agree to a marriage with Ita? "But…Laird Montgomery? And Ita."
    "If you had been at the meal, you would have seen me talking to him, and Ita was in tears."
    "I am sorry."
    "Nay, I am the one who is sorry that I have avoided this for so long."
    "But Laird MacNeill. Montgomery will send word, especially since you declined the marriage to his daughter."
    "Aye. And so that Laird MacNeill doesna get any notion that you are his to give away, we will marry on the morrow. If…'tis what you wish."
    She smiled so broadly, he beamed in response, the crinkles beneath his dark brown eyes appearing, his eyes now nearly black, and his so-kissable mouth just begged for her to kiss him again.
    "Aye."
    "Tomorrow then," he said. "If Laird Montgomery and his party dinna leave right away, we will wed. He can take that news to Laird MacNeill himself."
    "What if Laird MacNeill wishes to fight you?"
    "He can either do that, or we can negotiate an agreement that would result in the same thing as I would have had with the Montgomery clan, should I have married Ita. Instead of an agreement with the Clan Montgomery, I will have one with the Clan MacNeill. Although I could do the same with the Barclay clan, since they are your true kin. And neither your uncle nor your brother by marriage will control your destiny any further."
    Tears filled her eyes and she couldn't believe how weepy she became around Ronan.
    "Ah lass, dinna fash so."
    "You are no' doing this just to save me from marrying that young son of Montgomery, are you?"
    He just smiled at her and shook his head. "I have wanted to do this since I first met you. I will return you to your chamber and tomorrow…"
    "Nay." She tightened her arms around his neck, not about to let go, or lose this chance, or risk that he would change his mind in the morn, or that someone would try to change it for him.
    He studied her, frowning a bit. "You dinna…"
    "In the ancient way, I wish to wed you and I betroth my heart to you." She pulled his face down to hers then and began to kiss him, to show how much she needed his loving, not on the morrow, not after the wedding, but now.
    "And I wed you, Sorcha of the Barclay clan, and pledge to love you always."
    He kissed her right back. His warm mouth pressed against hers, until he poked his wicked tongue between her lips and began to stroke her inside. His arm slipped around her back to keep her pinned against his growing arousal, his free hand sweeping down her gown, then cupping her arse and pulling her sinfully closer.
    She loved the feel of his body as he molded to her. The way she made him desire her, as much as she craved him. Her heart was thumping wildly as she loved the way his hands were