The Highlander's Accidental Marriage (Marriage Mart Mayhem) by Callie Hutton Read Free Book Online

over. The man was a wealth of information. She’d never met anyone like him in her life.
    “Come this way.” He hurried through the brush and she followed along. “I’m sorry to make ye stumble about in the woods like this. I thought we would find water sooner. ’Tis not a proper place for a lady.” He spoke over his shoulder as he moved branches aside and held them so they wouldn’t smack her.
    “Nothing about this trip has been proper. It is a good thing my mother didn’t believe ladies should be brought up to assume every untoward event should have them swooning all over the place. We were a different sort of family growing up.”
    He came to an abrupt halt, almost causing her to walk right into him. “I should like to hear about that sometime.” He pointed to his right. “There.”
    The floor of the woods had gotten quite damp, so Sarah picked up her skirts, trying to avoid getting them muddy, although her slippers were sure to take a beating. About ten feet in front of them was a small creek, the rapidly flowing water swirling over rocks, carrying small sticks and leaves.
    “I didn’t realize one could locate water by the vegetation surrounding it.” She watched as Braeden dipped his cup into the cool water. He drank some himself and then submerged the goblet again and held it out toward her. “Do you want a drink?”
    “Yes. Actually, I am parched.” She moved closer and took the cup from his hand. Their fingers touched, and her eyes went immediately to his face. He looked back at her as if surprised. Flustered at her reaction, she took the cup and drank, closing her eyes as the cool liquid washed her mouth and slid down her throat.
    She handed the cup back to Braeden, wiping her tongue over her lips.

    B raeden held back a groan as the lass licked her delectable lips. Despite riding outside the carriage all afternoon, he’d been aware of her trying to read inside. He’d seen her glancing out the carriage window at him when he rode by. He’d also noticed she hadn’t turned a page the entire ride so far.
    It was perhaps time to admit that the lass had cast a spell over him. He wanted nothing more right now than to take the cup from her hand and draw her near. Rest his palms on her cheeks and take her mouth in a kiss of possession. Mark her as his.
    The flush on her cheeks told him her thoughts were heading in the same direction. She held the cup out to him, and he reached for it, pulling her close. Her sweet mouth formed a circle, as he continued to tug until she was flat against his chest. “ Ach , lass, ’tis something I need to do.”
    He admired her for not pretending she didn’t know what he meant. He dropped the cup to the ground and held her face as she slid her hands up his chest to anchor on his shoulders. His head descended, and his lips covered hers. Her lips were as he imagined, sweet and full. He nibbled and licked until she opened and he swept in.
    Braeden wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to the part of his body that screamed for her. If he shocked the lass, she didn’t show it, instead, she fisted his jacket in her hands. The innocence in her kiss moved him as much as her taste. Following his lead, she eased her tongue into his mouth, delicately touching him.
    He was certainly not an untried youth, but with his reaction to her he might as well have been. He wanted to lay her down right there on the forest floor and take her, claim her for his own. Remove her clothing and run his hands over her curves, feel the softening and dampening in her woman’s parts as her body reacted to her passion.
    Before he did just that, he pulled back and, panting as if he’d run a race, leaned his forehead against hers. “ Ach , lass, what are ye doing to me?”
    She gave him a slow smile, running her tongue over her dry lips. “That was nice.”
    “Nice?”
    She pulled away and smoothed her hair back. “Yes. Nice. Very nice.”
    He placed his hands on his hips and shook