Page 85 of Desiring the Highland Laird
“I mean to have ye again, lass.”
She tightened her arms around him, letting her fingers dive into the length of his hair. Another thing—she had never been with a man who had hair longer than hers. She liked it more than she wanted to admit.
“I mean to let you.” The words came out a roughened whisper.
Grasping her in his arms, he flipped her on her back so that she looked up at him. He had managed not to break their intimate connection. That was probably the second most erotic thing that had ever happened to her.
He peered down at her, his gaze flickering over her face. She was self-conscious of all the freckles dotting her cheeks and nose and she flushed hot. She wanted to look away, but there was no place else to look except right at him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She forced herself not to squirm against him, but all she wanted was for him to stop that scrutinizing gaze.
“Ye have a gold fleck in yer right eye. Did ye ken that?”
Surprise flickered through her as she stared back at him. “No,” she said slowly. “Do I?”
“Oh, aye.” He brushed hair from her forehead in a soothing way that made her heart trip.
“And you…like this?”
He gave her half a grin. “Och…aye, lass.”
“I always thought my eyes were boring brown. Like the color of a mud puddle.” She didn’t mean to say it, but the words tumbled out before she was able to stop them.
“Yer eyes are beautiful.”
Waves of contentment rippled through her, making her feelings for him intensify. As much as she wanted to push away those feelings, they were all consuming. She was a goner.
“And these freckles on yer cheeks and nose.” His finger traced a line along her face from one side to the other, leaving a tingling sensation in his wake.
Again, she flushed hot, the heat pounding through her cheeks. “I’ve always hated them.”
He kissed the tip of her nose, whispering his love for each part of her face. “Dinnae do that, lass. N’er do that.”
God, but she loved his accent. Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to place long, slow, soft kisses along her face. How had she ever lived before without him? She didn’t know.
“I was…” Her words came out a breathy whisper. “People made fun of me because of them.”
With his lips still against her cheek, he muttered, “I will kill any who do such a thing.”
How endearing was that? She swooned right there in the bed under his big, massive body. And she knew at that moment she was forever and always his.
Chapter Thirty
An erratic poundingon the chamber door startled them out of their happy love cocoon.
“Callum? Are ye in there, lad?”
It was Dougal calling through the door. Callum swore under his breath a vile oath he hoped Evie didn’t hear. She clutched him, trying to keep him from moving away from her.
“Ignore him. Maybe he’ll go away,” she whispered.
Another knock. “Callum, I ken yer there. Ye were no in yer own bedchamber.”
“God’s teeth.” He kissed her quickly. “I’ll see what he wants and shoo him away.”
Because he had a naked, bonnie lass in his bed—well, her bed—he intended to keep her there as long as possible. He slid from the bed, leaving the warmth of her arms. As he strode to the door, he snatched up his plaid and wrapped it around his hips. At the door, he cracked it open to shield her from Dougal’s eyesight.
“What do ye want?” he growled.
