The Highlander's Destiny (Highland Rogues #2) - Mary Wine Page 0,60

it coming for thinking he could do everything in life alone.

“When ye tell me ye do nae think I am strong enough to be yer wife, Faolan, ye can nae be jealous.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “I kissed ye first, Cora.”

Her temper flared up bright.

“Well, ye should never have kissed me.” Cora pointed at him. “I was not yers to kiss.”

Something burned in Faolan’s eyes. He reached out and grasped her wrist. A moment later, she was tumbling into him as he tugged her forward.

“Ye are mine, Cora.” Faolan clamped a hard arm around her body and used it to secure her in place while he kissed her.

It was a hard kiss, but she returned it with every bit of agitation inside her. There was no struggle to regain her self-control. Instead, she threw everything aside in a bid to make the most of the moment.

Desperate?

Cora didn’t know. At that moment, she was a jumble of impulses, and she craved acting upon them like drawing her next breath. She needed to be closer to him, and her clothing was far too hot. Faolan seemed to understand. He opened his arms so he could work the buttons on the front of her doublet. He broke away from kissing her long enough to strip the garment down her arms.

He left it around her wrists, though, binding her arms out behind her.

“No one will see these except me,” he muttered as he gazed on the tempting display the top of her breasts made above the edge of her stays. When he lifted his face, she gasped at the determination flickering in his eyes.

Cora shifted until the doublet dropped to the floor and freed her. She reached forward to work the buttons on his jerkin. “I’ll not be some meek and mild wife, Faolan.”

“What ye will be is mine.” He pulled her close once more.

His kiss was deeper now. He pressed her lips apart and stroked the delicate surface of her lower lip with the tip of his tongue. Cora gasped, for it set off a whole new level of sensation. Pleasure was building inside of her. She felt like water was gathering in her core, rushing faster and faster.

She had no idea what the end result would be, only that it was something couples risked retribution from the Church and their families to gain.

At that moment, she craved it.

Craved him.

Her waistband loosened, and Faolan was pushing at her skirts, but the hip roll was tied firmly in place. His chest rumbled with a sound of frustration. Cora pushed back, stepping away from him. The separation felt too great.

“Bare yerself for me, lass.”

There was hunger in his tone. It was a demand, and yet, there was a compliment in it, for she could see the way his gaze was stuck to her. A shiver went down her spine as he opened the wide belt that held his kilt in place. The fabric slid down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his shirt and boots.

She knew what a member was.

She shouldn’t have, but riding out with her brother’s men, there had been opportunities to peek.

“Go on, lass,” Faolan encouraged her. “Ye are bold.”

She was.

Cora found the tie to her hip roll and loosened it. Her skirts slid down her hips to puddle around her ankles. She dipped her finger into the valley between her breasts and pulled up the end of the lace, which closed them.

Faolan scooped her off her feet in the same instant. He carried her through the receiving chamber and toward his bed. He didn’t afford her time to look around but followed her down onto the surface of the bed.

His kiss was sweet, deep, and controlled as though he were savoring the moment. He trailed soft kisses along the side of her face as he gently stroked one of her breasts through the thin fabric of her chemise.

She shuddered. Sensation roared through her. Thick and sweet. When it hit her head, every last bit of thinking was smothered.

And she wanted more.

Her lack of experience frustrated her. She felt clumsy as she lifted her hands to touch him.

“Aye, lass…like that.”

His words encouraged her. Confidence grew from the dark tone of his voice. It seemed to reflect the same riot of emotions she was in the grips of.

So, they were together.

Somehow, her fingertips were more sensitive than she’d ever realized. In fact, all of her senses felt heightened. Every breath she drew filled her head with his scent. It was