expression darkened. “I am so sorry, Annie. I am so
sorry,” he whispered over and over as he smoothed her hair away from her
cheeks.
She shook her head. They had to keep moving or risk Galen
becoming recaptured by the Grahams. Or the Campbells. Or was it the Gowries?
How was she going to keep all of these clans straight?
Her head swam and trepidation rippled through her. There was
no way Galen would escape his captors if he had to worry about her clumsy,
slow-wittedness. Besides, if she could make it to the castle, maybe she could
find a way back to her own time.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Galen,” she whispered with a
desperate push against his chest. “You need to go on without me.”
“No, the worst is over.” He cupped her face between his
large, roughened palms.
Anna shook her head again, determined to make him
understand. “I’m only slowing you down. You’re going to get caught.”
“I will not abandon you!”
The urgent, sincere tone in his voice pierced her heart. He
could not know what such words meant to her. She lifted her eyes to his in
complete surrender, inexplicably and instantly ready to do whatever this
stranger asked of her.
A spark ignited in his gray eyes as though he could read her
thoughts. Galen’s mouth swooped down to capture hers. The back of her head hit
the tree as his hard, searching lips covered hers. All thoughts of home and her
brush with death left her mind as searing heat traveled through her abdomen.
She parted her lips, lightly whimpering as her whole body melted into his.
He slanted his mouth over hers, taking advantage of her
parted lips by gently slipping his velvety tongue between them. Shivers of
desire coursed down her spine and her tongue darted into his warm mouth. He
shuddered against her before breaking the kiss.
Galen released his hold on her face, leaning one forearm
against the tree above her head. His ragged breathing filled her ears, drowning
out the sounds of the forest and the rushing river as he stared down at her.
Anna’s cheeks heated as a familiar ache spread between her
thighs. Embarrassed that she’d gone from fearing for her life to complete lust
so quickly, she attempted to tear her eyes from his but he firmly held her
gaze. The cloudy, unfathomable depths of his eyes mesmerized her, sending
thrilling tremors of desire through her skin.
“Now you have been kissed by a real Highland warrior,” he
announced. “That is the kiss you should remember. Not that of some inept Graham
guard.”
His voice wrapped itself around her and warmth rippled
through her belly. She inhaled deeply in an attempt to bring herself back to
reality, but something had changed about him. The dank dungeon scent was gone,
replaced by the fresh aroma of the river and an unidentifiable masculine scent
that redirected her thoughts back to the growing moisture between her legs.
“You don’t smell like dungeon anymore,” she whispered in
wonder as a hot ache grew in her throat.
He raised one eyebrow, clearly confused by her strange
response.
Anna wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled
him forward, crushing her lips against his. Somewhere in the back of her mind
was shock over her behavior. Leaping into physical affection with a perfect
stranger was what got her into trouble in the first place with James and since
then she’d always made a point to keep her distance from a man until she knew
him better. But she couldn’t seem to find the will to care with
Galen—especially not when those lips she had spent the past couple of hours
fantasizing about were eagerly kissing her back.
Galen growled, picking up where he left off by hungrily
forcing his tongue into her mouth. His kiss was demanding and her heart
pounding in an erratic rhythm. The strength and warmth of his flesh assaulted
her senses, overwhelming her. Throwing both arms around his neck, she ignored
her tired muscles and leaped up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
His hands
sorry,” he whispered over and over as he smoothed her hair away from her
cheeks.
She shook her head. They had to keep moving or risk Galen
becoming recaptured by the Grahams. Or the Campbells. Or was it the Gowries?
How was she going to keep all of these clans straight?
Her head swam and trepidation rippled through her. There was
no way Galen would escape his captors if he had to worry about her clumsy,
slow-wittedness. Besides, if she could make it to the castle, maybe she could
find a way back to her own time.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Galen,” she whispered with a
desperate push against his chest. “You need to go on without me.”
“No, the worst is over.” He cupped her face between his
large, roughened palms.
Anna shook her head again, determined to make him
understand. “I’m only slowing you down. You’re going to get caught.”
“I will not abandon you!”
The urgent, sincere tone in his voice pierced her heart. He
could not know what such words meant to her. She lifted her eyes to his in
complete surrender, inexplicably and instantly ready to do whatever this
stranger asked of her.
A spark ignited in his gray eyes as though he could read her
thoughts. Galen’s mouth swooped down to capture hers. The back of her head hit
the tree as his hard, searching lips covered hers. All thoughts of home and her
brush with death left her mind as searing heat traveled through her abdomen.
She parted her lips, lightly whimpering as her whole body melted into his.
He slanted his mouth over hers, taking advantage of her
parted lips by gently slipping his velvety tongue between them. Shivers of
desire coursed down her spine and her tongue darted into his warm mouth. He
shuddered against her before breaking the kiss.
Galen released his hold on her face, leaning one forearm
against the tree above her head. His ragged breathing filled her ears, drowning
out the sounds of the forest and the rushing river as he stared down at her.
Anna’s cheeks heated as a familiar ache spread between her
thighs. Embarrassed that she’d gone from fearing for her life to complete lust
so quickly, she attempted to tear her eyes from his but he firmly held her
gaze. The cloudy, unfathomable depths of his eyes mesmerized her, sending
thrilling tremors of desire through her skin.
“Now you have been kissed by a real Highland warrior,” he
announced. “That is the kiss you should remember. Not that of some inept Graham
guard.”
His voice wrapped itself around her and warmth rippled
through her belly. She inhaled deeply in an attempt to bring herself back to
reality, but something had changed about him. The dank dungeon scent was gone,
replaced by the fresh aroma of the river and an unidentifiable masculine scent
that redirected her thoughts back to the growing moisture between her legs.
“You don’t smell like dungeon anymore,” she whispered in
wonder as a hot ache grew in her throat.
He raised one eyebrow, clearly confused by her strange
response.
Anna wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled
him forward, crushing her lips against his. Somewhere in the back of her mind
was shock over her behavior. Leaping into physical affection with a perfect
stranger was what got her into trouble in the first place with James and since
then she’d always made a point to keep her distance from a man until she knew
him better. But she couldn’t seem to find the will to care with
Galen—especially not when those lips she had spent the past couple of hours
fantasizing about were eagerly kissing her back.
Galen growled, picking up where he left off by hungrily
forcing his tongue into her mouth. His kiss was demanding and her heart
pounding in an erratic rhythm. The strength and warmth of his flesh assaulted
her senses, overwhelming her. Throwing both arms around his neck, she ignored
her tired muscles and leaped up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
His hands
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