Page 25 of The Highlander's Accidental Wife
Helena tried to wrench free but only succeeded in dislodging her hood, and he couldn’t help it—he laughed. Her eyes blazed at that, then she went still, and he cocked his head as she offered him a slow smile.
“Go on, then.” Her eyes flashed. “Make me beg for mercy.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes. I dare you to try to seduce your wife-to-be, My Laird.”
CHAPTER 10
Damien’s gripon her wrists tightened, and he saw the flare of triumph in her eyes. Then, she seemed to realize that he had her pinned, and it faded. His smile, however, did not waver as he looked her over.
“Wh-What are you waiting for?” she demanded in a breathless voice. “Or have you come to your senses, Sir?” A futile wriggle that had him laughing inwardly. “Will you let me go!”
“Nae yet,” he murmured. He took a step back, then another, and tugged her along with him. “Nae when ye are makin’ it too easy.”
As expected, Helena’s eyes flared, and she tried to break free, twisting and almost growling.
Damien pounced the moment she was unsteady on her feet and twisted her around without letting go of her wrists. Her back was to his front, a mere handbreadth of space between them, and she stilled in apparent shock.
“Wh-What are you doing?”
“What ye asked,” he said, and let his body brush against hers.
A pleasurable shudder ran up his spine, and it nearly distracted him. He’d never been with a woman this tall, and more’s the pity, though he found himself glad it was finally with Helena. She buoyed him, he realized. Then, he mentally tossed that aside, focusing on her lovely profile as she tried to turn and look at him.
He drew her closer, and she tried to lunge away but was pinned by his hands, their arms crisscrossed around her. With a low laugh, Damien leaned in and let his teeth graze the shell of her ear.
Helena let out a sweet, little gasp that made his blood run hot and his manhood start to thicken. Christ, but he wanted to hear it again. And again.
“I think ye would enjoy bein’ seduced, slow or quick, would ye nae, my wife-to-be?” Damien murmured in her ear, catching the lobe in his teeth and biting down softly.
Again, she gasped, this time sharper and sweeter, and pressed back against him.
He swallowed a groan as his lips moved lower, now finding the line of her jaw. He feathered kisses there, loving the way herbreathing changed, the sounds that escaped her, and then he went for the kill—a soft, lingering kiss on the side of her neck.
Helena went pliant against him, and his heart roared with triumph. He lingered there, her soft skin cool and delicious yet warming with his touch. It took everything in him not to grind his throbbing hardness against her round arse or press her tighter to him.
Instead, he let out a slow breath and let go of her wrists.
Helena’s hands dropped, and Damien wanted to smirk when she turned to him—as he knew she would. Only, his throat ached with a sudden, sharp sense that turned his features stern—an attempt to hide the roiling desire burning beneath.
It just has been too long,he told himself.
Yet, why did that feel like an untruth?
For his hands found her waist as she gazed at him, her eyes soft with anticipation, her chest rising and falling fast. He leaned in, some part of him hating what he was doing, but he was a right bastard, after all. And Helena’s eyelids fluttered shut, her hands coming to rest on his chest.
“Helena, look at me.” Her eyes fluttered open, and he smiled at her, then asked in a low voice, “So, are ye askin’ me to, love?”
Helena gave a slow shake of her head. “Asking—what?”
“I am a man of me word,” he murmured, leaning in, smirking now. “Or have ye already forgotten what ye asked of me? A year, was it?”
Helena jerked back, her cheeks turning crimson, and she stumbled backward. Swallowing hard, she seemed about to say something, then turned and gazed around. “Yes—all that. Oh, look, it’s stopped raining. We need to go. We should go. No reason to delay our journey any longer.”
And with that, she all but ran away from the springs, back to the horses.
Damien, however, lingered for a moment, gazing at the lilies, memorizing this place. He was glad to have them as witnesses, glad that instead of forgetting, he would remember this moment and what his adorable wife-to-be had asked of him.
