Grant Clan 06 - My Desperate Highlander by Keira Montclair Read Free Book Online Page A

arms around her and pulled her to him. His lips descended on hers and she sighed, so happy to have finally found her knight. His mouth was warm but rough, his teeth knocking against her lips, forcing her to part for him so he could sweep his tongue inside. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes, his desire evident. “I want you, my sweet.” He locked his lips on hers again, angling his mouth over hers, his saliva covering half of her face.
    This was not quite how she’d envisioned her knight’s kiss. He was too bold…too, well, spitty. Granted, he didn’t taste awful like the baron, but this was not the kiss of her dreams, nor did he grab her heart as she had expected. Where was the lightning bolt when she met her true love? Naught, there was naught there. She pushed away just so she could wipe his spit from her chin and cheek. Glancing at him, she asked, “Are you an English knight, Randall?”
    He grinned as he ran his hands down over her bottom, pulling her in tight. “I can be whatever you want me to be, Goddess Diana.”
    “But are you? A knight, I mean.” She could not help but stare at his plump lips and the golden locks around his face.
    “No, but I am English. My father is an earl, so I am nobility. I am looking for a wife while I am here. Are you taken?” He nuzzled her neck as one of his hands reached up to cup her breast.
    “Why, nay! That is exactly why I am here.” She waited to feel the flutter of her heart as she stared at the man who could possibly solve all her problems, but naught happened. Somehow, she had expected her destiny to feel different than this. Puzzled, she wished to just walk away to clear her mind.
    “My pardon!”
    Randall jumped back.
    Micheil stood there, his hand on the hilt of his sword. “Take your hands from the lady.”
    “Nay! Micheil, you do not understand.” She grabbed his arm, desperate to keep him from pushing Randall away.
    “I do understand. I see a lad who shoved you back behind some bushes so he could maul you.”
    “He’s not mauling me, he’s…”
    “His hand was on your breast, Diana. That is my definition of mauling.” Micheil’s eyes glowed with fury.

Chapter Six
    Micheil would kill the man, right then, right there. The bastard had one hand on Diana’s breast and the other on her arse. He was a dead man.
    “Please, Micheil, listen!” Her hands gripped his arm with enough strength for him to turn and gaze into her eyes.
    Hellfire, why did she have to give him that innocent pleading look all the lassies were so talented at giving? He took his hand from the hilt of his sword. “Who is he?”
    “This is Randall. He’s an Englishmen,” Diana whispered, one hand on his arm and the other hand on Randall’s arm.
    “Randall what? Of where?” He stared at her for a moment before turning his glare on Randall, his hands on his hips now, feet apart in a fighting stance.
    She stuttered, unable to respond to his question. He could tell by the confused expression on her face that she had presented him with the entirety of her knowledge about the man. So her only reason for allowing such familiarities was because the man was blond and English. “Diana? Tell me you know something more of him.”
    Randall held his hands up. “No need to take it out on her. My apologies. Randall Baines, my father is the Earl of Wingate. I’ll take my leave now.” He nodded to her and ran around Micheil, heading back toward the revelry.
    Micheil turned his fury to her. “What in hellfire are you doing? Giving your favors away to anyone who approaches you? Are you that desperate?”
    She gave a weak tap to his arms as tears flooded her eyes and slid down her cheeks. “How could you?”
    “How could I? He had his hands all over you.” He hated it when lassies cried. Why did she have to do that?
    “He is my knight! He is my destiny and you just scared him away.” She crossed her arms and turned away from him, stomping her foot at the last moment.
    “Your destiny?