Page 44 of Taken By the Heartless Highlander
“That wasnae quite what I said, me laird,” she cocked her head to one side. “And I realized somethin’ today.”
“Och aye? And what is that?”
“I dinnae ken yer name. I refuse to heal a man I dinnae ken,” she said boldly.
His eyes sparked with interest at her words, and he smiled—like a cat smiling at a mouse it intended to devour.
“Me name is Noah, lass,” he said quietly.
She felt a shiver of anticipation at the sound of it on his lips and she swallowed.
“Will ye be able to heal me now?” he asked in the same low, intimate tone.
“Aye,” she whispered as she watched him knock back the rest of his whisky in one swallow. “Did the breathin’ help a little at least?”
“Distraction worked better than breathin’,” he said, placing the glass on the desk and standing up. She was suddenly very aware that the last time they had been in this room together he’d had her pressed against the wall with his lips covering her own.
“What were ye thinkin’ about?” she asked, by way of a distraction.
MacAllen—Noah—came around the desk, his eyes piercing and intense, never leaving her face.
He took a step toward her, and she felt her own foot respond on instinct, taking a small step back. But he kept coming, looming above her as he advanced; a slow, sinful desire rising inside her that she was powerless to prevent.
Why does this man have to affect me so? He looks as powerful as a bear.
He was only inches from her body now, his hands oddly still as though he were preventing himself from grabbing a hold of her. She wished he would.
The look in his eyes was predatory. She felt like a deer at the end of his crossbow. She swallowed—his breathing was heavy and uneven as he watched her. “Do ye really want to ken?” his voice was rough with lust.
She felt a familiar blush rise in her cheeks. As she took another step back, the hard wood of a cabinet met her back, and she was trapped once more.
“I was imaginin’ye,lass,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “I was picturin’ what ye might do if ye were here with me now, beggin’ me to take ye again.”
She let out a small gasp, her hands coming up to hold the edges of the cabinet, leaning back against it. He was so close now his chest brushed hers. She had a fierce desire to feel his hands on her again.
“I thought about ye comin’ in here, just as ye did. Ye would be me mistress then, and everythin’ I did to ye would be of me choosin’. Ye would have nay say,” his eyes roamed over her hair as he spoke. “Ye would just have to take it. Ye’d come to me, sit astride me, ride me until dawn.”
His voice was so low it was almost a croak, and his hands were suddenly on either side of hers, their faces inches apart.
“That’s what I was imaginin’ to distract meself, since ye ask. And now—here ye are.”
Keira was panting, her breasts rising and falling, the tight dress felt uncomfortable against her skin, gripping her in all the wrong places, threatening to burst open as she felt each panting breath leave her throat.
She shuddered, letting out a low moan as he lowered his head to her neck and placed a kiss against her skin.
She leaned her head back as he traveled up to her jaw, placing kisses against her skin. His tongue crept out, licking at her flesh as a full groan cut through the air between them. The point of his tongue at the edge of her neck was wickedly arousing. She could feel her nails digging into the wood behind her to prevent her from pulling his lips onto her own.
“Perhaps ye wish to seduce me again, lass,” he muttered, a low chuckle rumbling through him as he continued along her jaw.
But just like that, all of her desire fled as though it had never been.
How dare he?She thought, anger writhing within her at his words,it is all well and good for a laird to laugh at me when he has never in his life had to beg anyone for help.
He seemed to recognize the shift in her and he pulled away, confusion in his eyes as she glared at him.
“If—” she took in a deep breath, attempting to recover herself. “If ye think ye can mock me for a moment of desperation, then ye dinnae deserve me help,” she said, as she shoved at his arm—hard —forcing him to release her.
She moved past him, making to leave the room, but he lunged sideways as she opened the door.
