“Ye treat me with kindness, then coldness, then kindness again. Ye park yourself outside my door to keep me safe, but yet want naught to do with me.”
“What kind of man would your father think of me if I let any harm come to ye whilst ye were in my care?”
“Bollocks,” she cursed.
Malcolm’s eyes rounded in surprise as his mouth turned up in a smirk.
Closing the distance between them again, but this time she kept her hands on her hips. “I think ye are being deceitful when it comes to your feelings.” There, she said it. Even though he didn’t think she noticed, she did. She saw the way he stole glances at her when he thought she wasn’t looking or paying attention. She’d seen them all.
His eyes flared and his hand snaked to the back of her neck, pulling her flush to his chest.
A yelp escaped her lips, but she made no move to back away.
“Ye are insufferable, Lizzie Barclay.”
And then he dropped his head and his mouth captured hers. The kiss was fierce, not soft. It held all this passion that he could no longer contain and poured it all into this kiss.
And she loved every moment of it. She kenned she shouldn’t. It was wrong in so many ways, but God above, she wanted the kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to his and when his tongue entered her mouth, a thrill shot through her spine. She’d never felt anything like it, and she sighed into his mouth.
He dropped his arms to her waist and his hands cupped her buttocks, pulling her even closer. She gasped as she felt his erection against her stomach.
He broke the kiss, pulling his mouth away from hers, but he kept her pressed against him. His gaze smashed into hers and she noted the blue of his eyes had darkened even deeper than before to the color of the sea on a stormy night.
“Ye are entering dangerous territory, Lass.”
