Highland Legends 04 - Captive Highlander by Connie C. Scharon Read Free Book Online

which should only occur in the
marriage bed except he used tongue instead of his tarse. He did nothing but
kiss her and a deep yearning began in her loins. She felt offended and eager
for more all at the same time.
    Finally, his lips freed hers and
traveled down her neck with a string of wet kisses. Katie gasped and tried to
catch her breath. His every touch became magic. At last, he inhaled sharply and
stared into her eyes. She saw the flush on his face. Did her passion show on
her face as well?
    “God’s teeth, you invite me with
your sweetness,” he muttered. “Your response is like an invitation for me to take
more. Would you let me take your virginity in this dank dungeon where you have
put me? Or does your sweet acceptance indicate an experience you claim not to
have?”
    Enraged by his suggestion, she
struggled against him. It was a mistake. She could feel a hardness growing in
his loins. “I am innocent of men,” she rasped, less able to talk than she
anticipated.
    “One would not know from the way
you let me kiss you.”
    Could she have stopped his
tongue’s entrance into the warm well of her mouth? In truth, she did not try.
The whole action was so foreign to her, so wonderful because of the way it made
her feel alive. He made every nerve ending tingle in response until her whole
body sang with delight. “My innocence left me unprepared for the pleasure of a
carnal kiss,” she said shakily. “I have never known a man.”
    Ian inhaled sharply. “If I have
my way, virgin Katie, I will be the first and only man who kens the delight of
spreading your thighs and teaching you the joys of a good union.”
    Katie knew he would take her to
the heights of pleasure if that ever came to pass. She had to change the
subject and steer his mind in another direction. Katie tried to regain control
even though he knew exactly how much she enjoyed his fiery kiss. “I canna speak
of such things now, Milord. I must think over what you have told me. In truth,
I dinna ken who to believe.”
    Ian sighed, brushed her lips with
another brief kiss, and then released her so she could flee from him. Her legs
shook as she once again sat on the stool just beyond his grasp. She should have
just left, but she fought to stop quivering so she could walk out of the
dungeon. What an effect this man had on her. Katie thought of Rannoch’s brief
touch. Robert the Bruce must not approve Rannoch’s petition. When and if she did
marry, she wanted a man who inflamed her in the way Ian Innes did.
    Ian smiled. “You stay a bit
longer.” His gaze flew over her. “Not so affronted by the impudent liberties I
took.”
    “I already told you innocence
left me ill-prepared for such an assault.”
    “’Twas a kiss, fair Katie, not an
assault.”
    She studied him in the light of
the lantern. His golden hair fell to his shoulders. His angular face and
powerful build could make any maiden swoon. This man had known many a lass in
his day and deflowered a few she’d wager. She could not let herself be one of
them. At this point, she could see why they would eagerly spread their legs for
him. “I dinna ken what to do with a man like you,” she admitted. “My mother
died when she gave birth to Tessa. At nine years old, I became mother to my
sisters and brother.” The look of compassion he gave her brought tears to her
eyes.
    “’Tis not an easy thing to lose a
mother and be forced to take on such burdens at such a young age,” Ian said.
    Ian Innes was an unusual man.
Even though he burned to possess her, he seemed interested in more than having
his way with her. Perchance her innocence gave her a false impression of him.
His claim of interest in her plight could be a ploy that would lead to her
undoing. “I did what needed to be done,” she said, wondering if her shaky legs
had recovered enough for her to take her leave without showing him exactly how
much he rattled her. He knew. What did it matter? It mattered to her pride. She
would not have