To Steal a Highlander's Heart(43)

He flopped down beside her, still joined, a hand coming up to clasp possessively over her breast. Morgann nuzzled into her neck and nipped at her ear. “Ah, mo chridhe, what shall I do with ye?” he asked softly.

Alana grinned, still massaging lazily at his back. “I could think of a few things.”

He came up onto his elbow and his boyish expression grew serious. “I didnae hurt ye, did I?”

“Nay.” She reached up and swept his hair from his face. “‘Twas wonderful.”

His gave her a tilted smile. “I should have been more careful but ye do something to me, Alana. I cannae control myself around ye.”

“Ye dinnae need to control yerself around me, Morgann. Ye can let go sometimes, ye know?”

With a shake of his head, he eased himself away from her and settled her into the crook of his thighs, an arm wrapped around her waist. Strong legs brushed hers as he cocooned her with his body. Alana allowed herself a satisfied smile. She didn’t know what the future held for them but everything had changed now. For the better.

“How come ye understand me so well, lass?”

She shrugged. “Yer my best friend. Eight summers cannae change that.”

“I’m yer lover too now.”

“Aye, that ye are.”

He swept aside her hair and brushed a kiss across the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. “Will ye let me love ye some more?”

“Aye.” She let slip a moan as a hand slid between her legs. “Aye, love me some more, Morgann MacRae.”





Chapter Nine


Wincing as the floorboards creaked, Morgann stepped carefully across the floor to throw open the shutters. Daylight streamed in. The day proved to be clear but cold, a thick blanket of clouds covering the sky. But the day could not seem more beautiful to Morgann. Ach, he still had the grin of a fool on his face.

He glanced at Alana and tiptoed to the bed. One sweet breast peeked out of the sheets and he settled beside her. Even as the bed dipped under his weight, she slept on. Male pride filled him. He’d well and truly worn her out, insatiable woman that she was.

Hooking a finger under the sheet, he slid it down, waiting for her to awaken. When she showed no signs of stirring, he grew bolder and slipped the sheets from her body. He admired her creamy skin, slender thighs, the indent of her waist. Red marks graced her where his stubble had scratched her. He regretted marring her delicate skin but a part of him liked the thought of marking her as his. He ached to touch but feared waking her. She looked so perfect, so peaceful, he couldn’t bring himself to disturb that. Was there any better look than that of a satisfied woman?

Ach, but he’d met his match in Alana. Mayhap he shouldn’t have given in but he didn’t regret it. Somehow he would make everything right. Somehow he would persuade Laird Dougall to let him marry Alana. He’d taken her now. Dougall could hardly deny him his right to her.

And nothing on Earth could make him let her go now. He only hoped giving into his desire hadn’t put her in danger. He still needed to remain focused until Margot had been caught and there had still been no word from Finn. Or Alana’s father. It was as if the man didn’t even care his daughter was missing.

Unable to resist any longer, he touched one rosy nipple, his scowl quickly turning into a smile as she released a small moan. Did she dream of him? Lord knows, he dreamed of her often enough. But the reality proved far better than he ever imagined.

Her eyelids fluttered open, an inviting smile on her face. “Good morrow,” she said softly, voice still husky from sleep.

“Good morrow.”

Need, deep and powerful rolled through him as she stretched with no concern for her naked state. Her eyes widened as her gaze fixed onto his face. She parted her legs in silent invitation. Blood roared in his ears as she offered herself up to him.

Thoughts of slow and careful vanished and he settled swiftly between her thighs, pushing them further apart. He resisted the urge to kiss her, wanting to see her face in the daylight as he took her. He filled her in one movement, delighting in her strangled gasp and large green eyes.

Driven by pure primitive instinct, he left her no time to adjust as he merged with her. Alana gripped at his rear, urging him closer as her fiery heat consumed him.

“Aye, take me, Morgann. Make me yers.”

He shuddered as her words echoed his thoughts and he moved relentlessly inside her. He wouldn’t last long but neither would she. Already she quivered around him, on the cusp of a climax. Something elemental held them both captive and her eyes clouded with tears.

“Dinnae cry,” he soothed, even as he kept up his brutal pace. “I love ye, Alana.”