My Captive Highlander (Highland Adventure Book 7) by Vonda Sinclair Read Free Book Online

don't yet trust me, do you?"
    She shook her head, wishing she could trust him fully and completely.
    "Well, if my hands are tied, you'll know I cannot touch you. You'll be safe. But you must untie me afterward."
    She nodded, realizing this might be the way to get him to take her with him when he left. He seemed interested in her.
    "I'm showing how much I trust you." He turned his back to her and held his hands together. Saints, how could he give her so much power? After tearing a strip from the cloth she'd bundled his food in, she tied his wrists together.
    He faced her again, his lips quirking the slightest bit.
    She lifted a brow. "Now, what do you wish to ask me?"
    He moved his face next to the bars. "You're still not yet near enough for me to whisper in your ear."
    She inched closer and turned her head, positioning her ear near his mouth. His breath teased her hair and her skin, giving her a shiver.
    "Maili," he whispered, his warm lips brushing her ear.
    Though she knew she should jump away and run, she could not. Instead, she wanted to lean into him, grab onto him. He smelled good—a clean male scent which was strange but alluring.
    "May I kiss you?" he asked.
    Breath refused to enter her lungs. 'Twas true, she'd imagined what his lips might feel like on hers, dreamed about it. But to now be faced with the real possibility it could happen made her heart gallop within her chest.
    "Will you allow me that great indulgence?" he persisted.
    She wanted to protest and deny him. But her body would not cooperate with her mind. She tried to shake her head, but this only caused his lips to brush against her cheek. He kissed her there, emitting a soft breath.
    "Kiss me, Maili," he urged.
    She shook her head slightly. "I know not how," she whispered, heat and embarrassment burning over her.
    "Come. I'll show you." His bewitching eyes were heavy-lidded in the dimness. "Press a kiss to my lips," he encouraged.
    She cast a quick glance behind herself, toward the stairs, to make certain the guard hadn't sneaked into the dungeon. Then, turning back to Shamus, she gathered her courage and placed a brief kiss on his lips. The warm, sensual feel of them enthralled her and excitement swirled through her. She had finally done it—she had kissed a man.
    When she drew back, he breathed, "Aye, that's it. Do it again."
    Again? Saints, he was wicked. But since the first kiss had been so captivating, she wished to experience it again. When their mouths met this time, his tongue darted against her lips, shocking her, but she remained where she was, too intrigued to move.
    "Sweet," he whispered. "Open your mouth. Let me taste you."
    Although she did not understand why he would want to taste her, his words lured her, compelled her to do anything he asked.
    Placing her hands upon his broad shoulders through the bars, she did as he asked and opened her mouth against his. Growling, he took possession, sliding his tongue inside. Soon, she understood what he was doing and flicked her tongue against his.
    He groaned. "Aye, lass, you're a quick study. Again."
    Unable to believe her own boldness, she darted her tongue into his mouth, then away, teasing him.
    "Saints, you do try a man's patience." His eyes were heavily lidded as if he were half drugged on some unusual herb, and she could not resist his dark look of desire. Knowing she was walking a thin line of danger, she kissed him again, allowed him to kiss her in a way that made her feel she was barely a maiden anymore. He had turned her into a wanton. His tongue delved deeply into her mouth, making her wish he was out of that cell and pressing his hard body tightly to hers. She felt as if her insides were melting like warm honey.
    "Saints, I want to hold you in my arms," he rasped, straining against the bars.
    She stepped back, trying to regain control of herself. Every part of her felt on fire—her body, her heart, her soul. Never had another person awakened her spirit as he did. 'Twas almost as if