Page 4 of The Highlander’s Kilted Affair

“Is that right?” the man said softly.

Evelyn felt his finger under her chin as he lifted her head. She looked up at him, her heart thumping like a drum in her breast.

“So, ye have been kissed ‘afore?” he continued, his eyes gazing into hers as though he were searching her soul for the truth. Could he see? Could he tell that she was lying?

“I, er. Well.” Evelyn flustered. She then shook her head. “The truth is, I have never been kissed.”

He took on more step forward and closed the gap between them. “That is a tragedy,” he whispered. “Wouldnae ye like tae ken what it feels like?”

Evelyn gazed up at him, her nerves mixing with fear and desire.

“Ye can say nae,” he said. “The door is right there. I willnae stop ye from leaving.”

But Evelyn did not want to leave. Sparks were flying between them, her heart thumped, her stomach squirmed, and the desire for the man before her was growing by the second.

“I dinnae want tae leave,” she breathed.

The man nodded, and then she felt his huge hand resting gently on her slender neck. A second later, his lips were upon hers. As his tongue slipped inside her mouth, exploring, tasting, entwining with hers, she opened her mouth wider and grabbed his tunic to pull him in closer.

Her heart thumped, and breathlessly, she gave herself to him. Their lips clashed together, their tongues roving hungrily as though neither had eaten for days.

His other hand, which had sat upon her waist, now climbed higher and higher, and Evelyn suddenly gasped when his fingers cupped her firm breast. Her nipple hardened, and upon finding it, the man growled as Evelyn moaned.

“Are ye sure ye’ve never been kissed ‘afore?” he whispered, his hot breath dancing upon her lips.

Evelyn could hardly speak, and while a small whimper left her lips, she shook her head. Threading her fingers through his hair, she caressed his neck, and felt a scar just below his left ear. I wonder where he got that?

It was the strangest thought under the circumstances, but the thought left as quickly as it had arrived as the man continued to speak.

“Then ye must never have been touched ‘afore either,” he said huskily, caressing her nipple and making it peak even harder.

“Oh, God,” she gasped.

Evelyn was feeling a lot of sensations she had never experienced before. Apart from her heart thumping so hard she thought it might burst from her rib cage, her stomach clenched and twisted, and she felt a moistness at the apex of her thighs.

“I wonder what ye taste like?” he growled again. “I would love tae be the first tae taste ye.”

At first, his words did not make any sense. He had tasted her… But the more she thought about them, however, the more she realized what he meant. The man was indeed handsome and huge, and under any other circumstances, she would have been delighted.

Life isnae fair. Imagine if I were nae betrothed tae be married. Imagine if I had the chance tae be with a man who excited me as much as I am excited in this very moment. But ye are betrothed, Evelyn. What the devil are ye doing?

As that thought flew through her mind, Evelyn quickly stepped back. She watched the surprise on the man’s face, and then she blurted, “I’m sorry.”

Seconds later, she spun on her heels, grabbed the door handle, and ran from the room.

And as he had promised, he didn’t follow her.