Highlander's Bride [NOOK Book]

Overview

After a few moments Katherine broke the heavy silence. “Ah, Alexander, is this not a glorious view? I feel as if I could stay here forever just looking at all the beauty about me.”

He agreed, his eyes never leaving her face. “Aye, lass, ‘tis the most enchanting sight I’ve ever seen.” Lifting the heather he’d picked, he smiled and handed them to her. He stroked her face gently and whispered, “These bonnie flowers should be with the others you’ve gathered.” Just as I should be with you.

Leaning closer, he felt her breath touch his face with the gentleness of a butterfly’s wings. “Lass, I fear you’ve put me under your spell. I want naught but you whenever I’m near you.”

Her face turned a bright pink, and she toyed silently with the flowers in her hands.

He frowned slightly at the necessity of leaving the hilltop paradise and the tranquil moment, not wanting it to end. But Monique was concerned about her daughter’s whereabouts. Reluctantly, he stood and reached down to help Katherine to her feet.

He pulled her up beside him, gazed into her eyes and drew a ragged breath in a futile attempt to clear his head. He watched in fascination as she smiled and closed her eyes, her thick dark lashes fanning out over her cheeks.

Hell, Monique could wait.

Alexander wrapped his arms around Katherine, pulling her close, and then slowly took possession of her lips. They were warm, soft. With a gentleness he hadn’t realized he possessed, he teased her mouth, ran feather-soft kisses over her closed eyelids, down her face and the side of her neck. He nuzzled the crook of her shoulder, drinking in her scent. Then he traced the line of her throat with his tongue, and covered the moist trail with kisses. She trembled in his arms and murmured a throaty sigh.

That tremulous moan sent his emotions reeling skyward. He ran a hand through her hair, past her shoulders to the velvet expanse of skin just above the neck of her gown. The silky softness of her skin felt warm to his touch.

The shrill cry of a red tailed hawk jolted him out of his reverie. Startled, he glanced up at the sky. Och, not yet, you bugger. But the answer of its mate, somewhere in the distance, reminded him of his responsibilities. Alexander released Katherine reluctantly and his desire plummeted back to earth. He frowned at the sky. “‘Tis late, lass. We’d best return to the castle now.”

He burned with need for her. If they didn’t leave soon, he’d not be able to control his emotions. “Your mother is worried about you. If I don’t return with you soon, the whole clan will be out looking for you.”

Taking her hand, he led her over to where Tursachan stood grazing. God, he wanted her. Just one more kiss. He thrust his fingers into the golden waves of her hair, leaned closer and bent his head toward hers. Another shrill screech nearly sent him tumbling on his arse. “Have you ever tasted roast hawk, lass? I’m told ‘tis a delicacy if done correctly.” With a smile, he lifted her to his saddle and silently swung up behind her, nudging his stallion toward home.