Seducing the Highlander by Emma Wildes

she was also not comfortable with the notion that the people around them were well aware how they spent their nights. Ian was different—she understood that. He cared very little if everyone knew he bedded her time and again; after all, he was laird, and a law unto himself. Even Rossie scolded and reprimanded him with familiarity, but still undeniably deferred to her former charge in any matters of importance.
    Pushing open the door to his bedroom, Ian carried her inside and impatiently shoved it closed with a booted foot. He set her down, and his hands went swiftly to fastenings on her gown, slipping them loose and disrobing her in no time, leaving her naked for his overt perusal. Sitting down on the bed, still fully clothed, he pulled her onto his lap, kissing her mouth with fervor, and bent her back over his arm so he could taste her upraised bare breasts.
    Not used to such impetuosity from him, Leanna gasped as he sucked on her exposed nipples, laving them with his tongue until they hardened and peaked in his mouth. One of his hands went to her hair, pulling loose the few pins she used in her chignon, letting the mass tumble free down her back. “I need you,” he said with command, his breathing slightly ragged as he looked down into her face. With little ceremony, he stood and almost tossed her on the bed, his hands going to his breeches, letting his erection free. He pushed her legs apart and settled between them, still fully clothed and booted, grasping her hips and entering her with such speed, she took in her breath sharply, her eyes shutting at his rash desire and invasion.
    He hadn’t lied; their joining was tempestuous, and he possessed her as never before, not roughly but with such vigor that she gasped with every thrust. And in a purely physical response, her body answered the force of his passion, her sex softening and growing wet and welcoming, her thighs opening, her passage accommodating even such insistent ownership. She was so close to climax when he suddenly pushed all the way in, holding her hips ruthlessly still as he erupted in a scalding rush of release, that it sent her over the edge, her body gripping his pulsing cock, rippling around it long after he had gone still.
    The fabric of his breeches felt strange against her sensitive inner thighs. She was a little dazed by his urgency. Even the usually self-possessed laird looked ruefully amused when he finally met her eyes. “That was not,” he admitted, “very gentlemanly.”
    “No,” she agreed, sprawled backward on the bed, completely naked while he was still clothed, his manhood filling her, his powerful body wedged between her legs.
    “Should I apologize?” he asked softly. “You seemed to enjoy it anyway.”
    She had enjoyed it, even though it hadn’t been a gentle wooing but more of an exhibition of fierce desire. Did that make her a strumpet?
    Leanna smiled up at him. “If you’ll go a little slower next time, I’ll forgive you.”
    Swiftly leaning down to kiss her, he said promptly, “It’s a bargain, my lovely captive . Let me undress and prove to you that a McCray clansman always keeps his word.”

Chapter 5
    “M cCray!” Frankton exploded, whirling around. “That highland barbarian all the women whisper over. They went north, more than a hundred of those heathen Scots galloping as if the devil were at their heels. He has Leanna, damn him.”
    Very calmly, Lord Falmouth, reigning magistrate of the northern courts, said, “Robert McCray was just denied his petition to have the charge you support dropped against his father. It was clever for you to lure the old man down to York to discuss the details of the livestock purchase. The deed to his border property will be in our hands soon enough when Thomas McCray is convicted and hanged.” Falmouth’s reptilian smile was thin and his eyes hooded as he sat in a red velvet chair, his skinny legs elegantly crossed at the ankle. “It does not surprise me that a lawless infidel