Free His Wild Highland Lass by Terry Spear Page A

touching her so intimately.
    "Lass, are you sure dinna want to…"
    "Nay." She pulled free then, snagged his hand, and drew him toward his bed, her gaze on his, willing him to agree.
    When he frowned at her and didn't sweep her up and carry her off to his bed, she worried then that he didn't want to do this. That maybe he needed to think it over tonight. That maybe he had been too rash in his decision.
    "You are no' changing your mind about us, are you?" She feared the worst and stopped abruptly. That he should take his clan's needs into consideration first. That he should see if Laird MacNeill or her Barclay family would even agree to her marriage to Ronan.
    "You are no' saying you want to marry me just because you dinna want to leave, are you?" He sounded so serious that she couldn't believe it.
    She smiled then, and wrapped her arms again about his neck, looked up into his dark eyes, and pressed her body against his. "You think that this isna real between us?"
    He gave her a smug smile, then reached down to pull off her léine . As soon as he slipped it over her head, he began to caress her breasts through her light chemise, his thumbs stroking her nipples, and then his hands cupped her breasts in the most delightful way. She thought she was in heaven just from pressing her breasts against his chest! This was a thousand-fold more pleasurable, and her body was torn between melting into the rushes on the floor, and leaning into his exquisite touch. He pressed his mouth against hers as she skimmed her hands over his hard muscles, higher, until she could palm his nipples and feel them pebble to her touch.
    He groaned against her lips, and she loved the sound of his raw, male need. She reached down to tug off his belt, the notion she would be performing such a tantalizing action so new for her. And with him. He smiled roguishly back and her heart did a little skip.
    He quickly divested himself of his belt and plaid. He paused, running his hands down her arms in a gentle caress, waiting for her to agree to this one last time, as if removing her chemise would be her last defense.
    When it was not. Her dirk was still secure in its sheath belted at her thigh. She would not have worn it if she had known she would be doing this with Ronan. But she always wore it everywhere, just in case someone decided to give her trouble.
    Now, she worried what Ronan would think, when she had come to his chamber armed. Yet, who knew the kind of trouble she might run into between her own chamber and his?
    He pulled her chemise up over her head and exposed the dagger strapped to her thigh. He peered down at her body, while she was giving his glorious muscles and staff a considering look. But then she saw him grinning, his gaze focused on her dirk.
    He knelt and unfastened the sheath from around her leg, then tossed the weapon on top of her clothes. He ran his hands all the way up her thighs until he reached between them, stroking just once, startling her. Pleasing her. Making her want to beg for more.
    He lifted her into his arms and carried her to bed. "No more chances to change your mind."
    "Aye, and you, neither."
    He chuckled at that as if she had to be jesting that he'd ever consider doing such.
    Before she knew it, she was resting in his huge bed, so much larger than her own, the mattress soft and cushiony and smelling of him—of heather and pine, leather and man. For a moment, his gaze traveled from her face to her body, which made her feel exposed and desired all at once. She took the opportunity to enjoy the way he looked, his staff jutting proudly from a bed of dark curls, his toned muscles ready for action, right before he moved toward her. She redirected her attention to his face.
    He was smiling at her, but in a hungry kind of way, and she loved him for it. She was thankful when he joined her on the bed and kissed her again, his hand grazing over her breasts in such a light manner, almost tickling her if it hadn't been that they were so