Page 32 of Taken By the Heartless Highlander
“Because he has convinced the whole village that I’m a witch. It will nae be too much of a stretch to tell them that me siblings have been cursed by me too. He will be incensed that I escaped and that he dinnae manage to get me to confess. If ye hurt him, we would all be in danger of an uprisin’.”
Noah leaned into her again, and she held her breath as he stepped closer, so close that she could see the flecks of gold in his deep green eyes as he looked down at her.
“And ye think ye’re nae in danger, askin’ of me what ye just did?” he asked, his voice a low, intimate rumble.
She kept her gaze set on him, recognizing the kindness at the back of his eyes, just as she had seen that first day in the forest.
“I am nae afraid of ye. Ye would never hurt me.” She felt tears spring up at the back of her eyes against her will. “If ye ruin me for him, maybe he’ll lose interest and finally leave me be.”
MacAllen’s chest brushed up against her as his hands twitched at his sides, as though to take hold of her then and there and have his way with her. The thrill of it was invigorating.
His scent enveloped her as she stood before him. It was a smell of pine forests and hillsides, a mix of all of the herbs she loved in her stores and all the smells of nature she adored.
“If I take ye,” his words were so low they vibrated through her chest, numbing her senses, “I will ruin ye for everyone, lass. Ye’ll be mine. Nae other man can touch ye. Ye’ll nae want anyone else to.”
She felt arousal pool between her legs, her breaths quick and sharp, desperate for him to fulfill the promise in his words. She had not expected to want him with the desperation she did now, but she was powerless to prevent it.
“But I cannae do it,” he said. “Not because ye fear for yer life. Ye must find another way.”
They were so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her mouth. If she moved but a little, she would be able to take his lips with hers. She felt a tremor run down her spine.
“I could seduce ye,” she whispered, looking up at him, feeling her own desperate desire in her words.
His breath was ragged now, his chest brushing against hers gently as they stood, his body pinning hers against the wall in all but physical touch.
“I’d like to see ye try,” Noah murmured, his eyes moving down to her lips again as she parted them and moved slowly forward.
She had never wanted a man like this before; the knowledge that he was a powerful laird and was fighting with himself not to want her too was a heady combination.
She felt her lips brush his as she swayed forward just a fraction.
A low growl erupted from the back of his throat, and finally, his hands came up to grip her upper arms. She was forcefully pushed back against the wall, her back pressed flush against the cold stone as his body aligned perfectly with her.
He bent his head, emitting a growl of defeat, as he crushed his lips against hers in a desperate, wonderous kiss.
CHAPTER14
Keira gaspedas his lips came down on hers more forcefully than she had ever expected or imagined.
His hands gripped her waist, and his whole body pressed against hers, not an inch of space between them. She could not help the moan that escaped her. He pushed her into the wall, trapped in his arms, overpowering every thought in her mind that was not focused on him.
Her head fell back against the stone as he pushed his tongue against hers, her body lighting up at the forbidden nature of the act.
MacAllen grunted, his hips connecting with hers as his eager movements lifted her off the floor. His hands slipped down to caress her thighs as he lifted her leg around his hip, giving him more room to thrust against her.
She shuddered in his arms as she felt the hard length of him pressing between her legs, a dual feeling of overwhelming need and desperation warring within her. Her fingers clutched helplessly at his neck and shoulder as she trembled against him.
She let out a groan of shocked pleasure as his fingers slid along the base of her thigh, moving up her leg, searching and assured.
She froze as his hand moved to only inches from the most intimate part of her, his mouth more urgent on hers now as his teeth raked against her bottom lip.
But suddenly, as though sensing her hesitation, he wrenched himself away—so quickly that she fell awkwardly to the floor.
He backed away, crossing the room to lean heavily against the desk, breathing hard and running a hand through his hair as he gathered himself.
She panted, clinging to the bricks behind her, arousal thrumming through her veins from the kiss and the insistent heat and strength of his body against hers.
MacAllen’s gaze finally fell on her. His jaw was set as his expression hardened, and he stood to his full height, straightening his clothing and shaking his head as though to clear it.
