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with wide, frightened eyes. A small, foreign twinge of guilt struck him. He’d taken her away from everything she knew, and while she’d put on a brave front, he knew the lass had to be terrified. She’d no inkling of what was in store for her, and honestly, he wasn’t sure either. Lady Ross had insisted on the capt ive being Heather. No one else in the house would do, and the way the disgusting woman and her whelp of a husband had smiled and eyed each other with hungry interest every time they’d said the poor girl’s name had turned Duncan’s stomach.
    Reaching up, he gripped Heather around her middle. Beneath layers, she had a tiny waist. Why she wore them, he hadn’t a clue. Maybe to trick men like him into thinking she was larger. She sucked in a breath as he pulled her down, holding her against him a little too long. He gazed in her eyes, marveling at their color. Her hips pressed to his, and if he tugged her a couple of inches closer, her breasts would rub against his chest. Damn it. Why did he have to wear so many layers? He’d barely be able to feel the softness of her.
    “Ye’ve beautiful eyes.” The words were out before he could cease their stroll across his tongue. Now he was giving her compliments? Did he need to remind himself that this was an abduction and not a seduction?
    Heather’s lips parted, her pink tongue darting out over her lower lip and the n rubbing over the upper, not in a sensual way, but nervously. Didn’t matter, though, he found it entirely erotic.
    “Thank y e,” she said.
    He grunted, wanting too much to kiss that enticing mouth and see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. “I will not let any harm come to ye.” A promise he couldn’t keep if he turned her over to Lady Ross. “Not while ye’re with me.” Adding that disclaimer didn’t make him feel any better.
    Heather rested her hands on the backs of his forearms, her thumbs pressing gently to the insides of his elbows, making him aware that he still held her waist.
    “Not a promise one might receive from a captor,” she said, her voice hushed. Her face colored a little, and he noted that her chest heaved slightly—the lass’s breath was quickening.
    Did she like him touching her?
    Hell, did she want him to kiss her as much as he wanted to?
    Only one way to find out. Before Duncan could talk himself out of it, he lowered his lips slowly to hers. Soft, warm and supple. He slid his lips over hers, breathing in her flowery, feminine scent as his nose touched her cheek.
    The lass resist ed, shoving against his chest. But only for a few seconds. Then she leaned into him. He’d been right. She had wanted to kiss him as much as he’d wanted to kiss her. A thought he was uncomfortable with exploring. Heather slid her hands from his forearms to his upper arms, squeezing. He held his breath, still in a state of disbelief. Why was she kissing him back? And why did he care? He should simply take advantage of it while he could.
    Duncan kept his hands firmly planted on her waist, not willing to explore anything further than her mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was too afraid of what touching her would do to him, or that it might scare her into breaking one of the sweetest kisses he’d ever known.
    He nudged her lips open at the same time he asked himself what the hell he was doing. This was not at all part of the plan. Though it wasn’t unheard of for abductors to rape their victims, Duncan was no rapist. Nay, he was enjoying this kiss, this play of his lips over hers, and he was going to kiss her till she went limp in his arms. He touched his tongue to her lip, getting just the reaction he’d hoped for—a shocked gasp that made his middle tighten and blood rush straight to his groin.
    Duncan nibbled at her lips, not wanting to shock her too much with the thrust of his tongue into her sweet mouth. But Heather was a bold lass. She slid her arms up, around his neck, lacing her fingers into his hair, and tugged