Page 28 of Highland Yule
Chapter Nine
Rona pulled her bladefree and scanned the woodland, trying not to panic. She must not let what happened a few nights ago rule her emotions. Something had stirred the horses. So if miscreants were ahead, she must face them.
“’Tis just a small boar,” one of Colmac’s men called out.
She breathed a sigh of relief, sheathed her blade, and shook her head. “How ironic.”
“Why is that, lass?” Colmac’s warm breath against her ear invoked a variety of sensations. Overwhelming desire. A need to kiss him again. To lose herself in something she never imagined feeling.
But he knew what he did, did he not? And was every bit aroused. So said what had been pressed against her backside since he got on the horse. The same thing she’d felt in his arms last night dancing then very much so during their kiss. A hard length that pressed against her belly, reminding her just how much she still had to experience...what life had to offer.
What Colmac had to offer.
“Why is it ironic?” he prompted, reminding her she had commented on the boar.
“Because the beastie seems to mark important moments in my life,” she replied. “Ye and Bróccín so long ago and now...”
When she trailed off, he whispered, “Now what?” in her ear then dropped several small kisses on the side of her neck.
She shivered with awareness and glanced at Brighid and Aaron to see if they noticed, but they seemed lost in their own world, talking softly to each other. In fact, they appeared more at peace than ever, her aunt cozy in his arms.
“Now it seems I am at another important moment in my life,” she whispered, closing her eyes to the feel of Colmac’s warm lips.
“Boars symbolize many things,” he said. “But above all fearlessness and strength.”
“Have I those qualities then?”
“Aye, lass, always,” he said softly against her ear, sending another round of delicious shivers through her. “Mayhap, God is trying to remind ye of that.”
She met his eyes over her shoulder again. “Why would God need to remind me of such?”
“Because this is not easy,” he murmured. “Not for me and most especially not for ye.”
Their gazes held, and she understood what he spoke of. She could see it in his steady gaze. The deep love he felt. What he wanted from the future. Rather than respond, she leaned back against him again. This was the very thing she had dwelled upon into the wee hours of the morn.
How much she desired Colmac.
