The Highlander's Sin by Eliza Knight

him closer, slanting her head to the side. A natural passion for kissing.
    He was not going to disappoint her.
    Driving his tongue between her lips, he melded it against the velvet of hers, rubbing, tasting, taking. With this kiss, he claimed her mouth, wished he could have claimed all of her. If not for the fact that she was simply a mission he was to complete, he might have found a spot within these broken castle walls where he could lay her down on his plaid and worship her from head to toe.
    Heather was not the type of woman whom a man used to pleasure himself. With her feisty spirit, he was certain she would be overly entertaining in the bedchamber. Full of passion and life. She matched the tempo of his tongue, pressed her body against his. However many layers she wore, it wasn’t enough to keep the heat of her from him, nor the suppleness of her curves.
    Unable to help himself, Duncan slid his hands to her hips, squeezing as he massaged his way down to her buttocks. No amount of layers could hide the ripe roundness of her behind. As he gripped her rear in his hands, Heather gasped, for the first time breaking their kiss.
    She leapt backward . Her hands untangled from his hair in a painful yank. The leather thong that had held his hair back trickled to the ground from her fingers. Wrenching her hand back, she tried to slap him, but Duncan caught her hand an inch before his face.
    He made a tsking sound with his tongue. “For shame, lassie. Ye might have me thinking ye didna enjoy that kiss.”
    Fury filled her frown. If eyes could form daggers, she’d have shot half a dozen at him already. “I didna enjoy it.”
    Duncan snaked his arm around her middle and tugged her back against him. “I would beg to differ.”
    She panted with frustration and tried to wriggle free.
    “Your eyes are darkened with desire. Lips swollen from kissing. Skin flushed.” He pressed his hand above her breasts, feeling the quickened beat of her heart beneath his palm. “Your heart beats as fast as your breath.” He scraped his stubbled jaw over her cheek and pressed his lips to her ear. “Your mouth can tell me ye hated it, but your body doesna lie.”
    Heather cried out in outrage and jumped away from him, her delicate little hands fisted at her sides. Duncan smiled wickedly in her direction and winked, loving how it appeared only to make her angrier.
    “How dare ye speak to me like that? Do ye have any idea what ye’ve done? The extent to which ye’ve gone and the wrath my family will bring down upon your head?”
    Duncan let out a short, bitter laugh. “Och, lass, ye dinna understand.” He stepped closer to her, his smile disappearing as he stared into her heated, violet eyes. “I dinna give a fig about your family or what they’ll do to me. Ye see, your family is the very reason behind what I’m doing. And for the record, I know damn well what I just did. This.”
    Without asking permission, nor waiting for her response, Duncan grasped Heather’s upper arms in a vice-like grip and lifted her off her feet, crashing his mouth against hers at the very same moment. He took possession of her mouth, and he wasn’t gentle like he’d been the first time. Nay, this kiss was a claiming, a show of power, a way for him to let his anger at her family channel through him and into her, all while knowing that she damn ed well liked it.
    The wench struggled at first, wriggling in his grasp, kicking at his shins. But as soon as his tongue touched hers , all her struggles ceased, and she hungrily kissed him in return. Duncan slowly set her down, only to wrap his arms around her waist and lift her again, backing her up against a stone wall, where he held her captive. Nonetheless, as soon as her back hit and his hard body slammed against the welcoming planes of hers, he knew he had to stop.
    This was only going to lead to a deed he was absolutely not ready for—one of a carnal nature. Hell, he could have kissed her all day. If she hadn’t