Page 28 of Highlander’s Forbidden Fruit

“What are ye doing here?” she asked, putting her brush down, still not turning away from her reflection. She made no move to hide her nakedness.

Aleck swallowed, his eyes darting from her pale breasts to her arresting eyes.

“I came to tell ye something.”

“What?” she asked, her mouth twisting up in scorn.

“That I love ye.”

That stunned her enough to make her turn away from the mirror. “Ye love me?” she laughed. “But yer a lowly man-at-arms.”

“I’m a man, Evanna,” he snarled, wounded by the contempt in her eyes. “An honest man. And a man can love whomever he wants.”

She seemed to mull it over, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. Aleck wondered if he had gone too far. He wanted to kick himself. Why was he always losing his temper with her? Why was it, when he wanted to kiss her lips and hold her to him, he would snap at her instead?

His palms were sweating as he watched her bite her lip, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“Is it love ye feel for me, Aleck Bryce, or desire?” she asked, standing up so the candle lights burned a halo around her. The expression in her eyes was clever and knowing.

Her hand trailed a path from her abdomen to the valley between her generous breasts, circling a finger around her left nipple, before it gently grasped the drawstring tying the dress behind her neck and tugged it loose.

The soft fabric whispered in ecstasy as it slid gently down her body, momentarily latching on, then grazing off, her nipples. Her mouth opened in a small “o” of rapture. “Is this what ye’ve always wanted?”

“Nae,” Aleck lied, swallowing, his throat suddenly dry.

Evanna smiled, that mocking, knowing smile. She came closer, her small feet stepping out of the cocoon of her discarded chemise. Aleck couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She was mesmerizing, and beautiful, but dangerous—oh, so dangerous. Desire for her could ruin a man, and here Aleck was, at her mercy, ready to be destroyed.

She was inches away now. He could see the goose flesh that had erupted along her arms. Was she cold?

“Take me, Aleck,” she whispered, the need for him naked in her voice. Her fingers were like silk as they took hold of his rough hand and guided it to her breasts. “I’m yers for the taking.”

Aleck forgot to breathe. Her flesh was softer than he had imagined, and warm. He cupped her breasts, and she filled his palm. The moan that came from her nearly made his head spin. Her nipples were like small pebbles, hard and stiff; he rubbed his rough palms against them, and she moaned louder. Aleck could feel his own need growing. He pulled her closer to him, her breasts crushing against his chest, and kissed her.

It was bliss. The feel of her mouth against his felt so good it must be a sin. His tongue darted out to taste her, and his manhood strained against its confines when she sighed with pleasure.

He liked the feel of her, how compact she was against him. His hands roved every inch of her, his fingers slipping between her legs. A wet heat radiated at the very core of her. There was no question about it—he wanted her. Lifting her up in his arms, he broke their kiss long enough to carry her to the bed and remove his own clothes.

“Will ye hurt me, Aleck?” she asked, her hair fanned out behind her, her breasts heaving invitingly. The thatch of downy blond hair guarding her sex quivered as her legs parted, giving him permission to enter.

“I will never hurt ye,” he promised.

She eyed his manhood, and bit her lip. He leaned over her, feeling like a bear over a lithe little doe. Kissing her forehead, he gently pressed himself against her, the wet heat of her driving him to distraction. She arched her back in euphoria, her hands clutching his shoulders. With one more kiss at the corner of her mouth, he plunged inside her.

Her nails dug into his flesh, and legs tightened around his hips, but her yelp of pain soon turned to sighs of passion as he kissed her and licked her neck, his mouth finding and teasing a nipple.

Aleck had never known such pleasure or joy. She tightened around him, gripping him inside her, till he felt like he could die within her and have no regrets. His fingers played with one nipple, teasing it to heighten her desires while his mouth licked and stroked the other.

“Oh, Aleck,” she moaned.

“Evanna,” he sighed into her hair, his body tensing as the end approached. They clung to each other as if they were drowning, their bodies moving to one rhythm as they reached the shores of rhapsody. They were close; so close…

The door slammed open, and Laird Julius MacLeod entered, brandishing an axe, with Callum Bryce close behind.

“You have bespoiled my daughter, ye villain!” Laird MacLeod roared.

“Ye have broken my oath, lad.” Callum shook his head in disgust. “Yer nae son of mine.”

“How could ye take advantage of me?” Evanna accused, covering her breasts with the bed sheets, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I was naught but a child.”