Page 49 of The Highlander's Auctioned Hellion
Instead, they were inches apart, Lydia panting against him, his hands gripping her upper arms, not allowing her to move. Her breasts rose and fell less than a foot beneath his chin, and he was struggling to keep a handle on his control.
“You are a coward,” she spat and winced as his fingers tightened around her arm.
“Is that so?” he rumbled, stepping closer to her, listening to her breath hitch.
He wanted her face turned up to him again, begging, pleading, telling him that she needed him. The unwelcome desire made Callum angrier than ever.
“Dae ye ken what I dae to men who defy me, Lydia Turner?” he growled, hoping a new threat would mollify her.
“Is it worse than what you have done to those children? Because I would say abandonment and cold rejection are more painful than anyscaryou could inflict.”
Callum sucked in a sharp breath, the weight of her words dragging him down like an anvil around his neck.
Nay. She is wrong. I havenae injured those girls. I have cared for them.
Lydia moved forward, her breath brushing against his lips, and Callum’s whole body went rigid.
He kept his hands still, fighting the urge to push her up against the wall, pin her there with his hips again, and feel the heat of her body.
“You may wish to shut everyone out,M’Laird,” she whispered, her hands coming up to touch his waist. “But you only get so many chances to prove yourself worthy.”
Callum groaned, crowding her, his nose brushing against hers as they panted together, Lydia’s body trembling beneath him.
“And have I proved meself worthy of ye? I didnae hear ye complainin’ when I kissed ye,” he murmured, pushing closer still as she shuddered against him.
But then her hands were shoving him away, her gaze cold as ice as she stepped out from beneath his body.
Callum stared after her, missing her heat immediately as she walked to the door. She opened it, turning to face him with one last look.
“Those girls will give up on you, and I hope you don’t come to regret it.”
CHAPTER 14
Callum’s fingersskimmed down her thighs, his breath hot against her cheek as she writhed beneath him.
His body pinned her down, capturing her, the wind billowing through her hair as she felt his hard length push into her body.
Her cries and groans echoed through the ramparts of the castle as he made her scream in ecstasy.
A shaft of sunlight shattered the image as Lydia’s eyes flickered open.
“Good morning, M’Lady, did ye sleep well?”
A blush formed on her cheeks as she looked up at her maid beside the bed. Her dream had been entirely inappropriate.
“Yes, thank you,” she managed when Hannah continued looking down at her with a quizzical expression.
Sitting up in bed, she smiled at the fresh flowers that Hannah had placed beside the hearth. She enjoyed seeing what her maid had picked on her early walks each day, the flowers filling the room with a pleasant scent.
There was a bronze tint to Hannah’s skin, and her blonde hair had grown even lighter with all the fresh air.
Lydia had even seen her laughing with the housekeeper the day before.
At least someone is making new friends in this place.
Lydia pushed the covers aside and rose, getting to her feet as Hannah brought out her dress for the day.
It was the dark brown one that had been placed beside the red when she had first met the twins.
