Highlander's Charm (Highlander Heat #3)

Wicked? She was the wicked one.

He rolled her onto her back, reclaimed her lips and plundered. Filling her in every way, he made her his wife.

“I love you, Lila, my charm.” He moved, thrusting as deep as she could take him. “You’ve returned to me, and I willnae have you leave again.”

“I see images.” She gripped his butt and pushed her hips upward. “Oh, you’re about to make me fly.”

The same vision surged to the forefront of his mind. Lila, her legs wrapped around him, their right hands joined by his MacLean plaid and the two of them lost in their love. Buried deep within her, and his heartbeat thumping against hers, he didn’t hold back. With one decisive flick of his finger over her clit, he made her come, so staggeringly fast.

She cried his name. “I love you, Calum. I always will. Time can never keep us apart.”

“Aye, we remain together, forever.” He looked deep into her eyes then bellowed as he sank balls-deep inside her. He coated her womb with his seed, pulse after pulse until she’d milked him dry.

“Forceful. It seems I really like forceful.” Her eyelids fluttered shut and she sighed with a wide smile.

Aye, his charm possessed him, heart, body and soul.

With not an ounce of strength left, he collapsed and allowed sleep to claim him.





Chapter 6


Waking to Calum’s warm breath tickling her ear was the sweetest, as was the heavy weight of his arm across her waist. Sunshine streamed through the opening of their cave and heated Lila’s skin. She stretched. “Ouch.”

“Where do you hurt?” He tipped her toward him.

“I’m all right. I don’t usually sleep on the hard ground, nor do I usually work every muscle in my body until I pass out.” Oh, but it had all been totally worth it.

“I’ll look you over.” His golden eyes heated and said far more.

“I know exactly where your kind of looking will likely lead.” She cupped his stubbly jaw and kissed him, one very delicious and rewarding morning kiss. “That’s all you’re getting for now.”

“Aye, we must return afore Colin or my men track me down.” He lifted her onto his lap then with his arms around her, worked at loosening the strip of plaid still binding them. Once freed, he rose to his feet and set her on hers. “Dress quickly.”

From the sack Calum had brought her, she unfolded a sky blue gown and eased it over her head. The velvet skimmed her hips and fell in a swish to her ankles. She laced the stays to the top of the low ruffled neckline then tied a bow and slid on a pair of thick-soled slippers. Next to her, Calum dressed in a clean shirt and leather pants before strapping his sword belt over his hips.

She had to continue on to Ardnamurchan, whether he liked it or not. “Calum, we need to talk.”

“Speak as you will.” He traced along the top swell of her breasts then leaned in and kissed her, so sweetly.

“We want to head in opposite directions.” Oh, she wanted him to trail his finger lower, but instead of allowing it, she stepped away to the cave’s opening. Twenty feet below, the waves washed in and pounded the sheer cliff side.

“I know, love, but for now you must remain with me.” He draped his spare plaid over her shoulders then pinned it in place. From his supplies, he passed her a skin of water and an oatcake. “This will have to suffice until we make the village.”

Across the choppy waters of the sound, Ardnamurchan’s green hills rose into the distance. She nibbled on her oatcake. Nanna was so close, and she couldn’t turn back now.

“What are you thinking?” He scraped dirt across the charred remains of their fire.

“I’m considering how I’m going to make you hear me out.” She removed her charm from her wetsuit and gripped it. Honesty was all she had left, and they’d spoken their vows. He was her husband.

“If you wish to talk, then do so.” He swung their bags over his shoulder. “Though while we ride.”

“I’m not returning to Duart, not when I have to find Nanna first.”

“She can wait, as this war will no’.” He strode to opening. “We ride. Now.”

“Calum, I’m not who you think I am. I mean, I am, but I’m not a Cunningham.”

“Nay, you’re a MacLean now. I ensured it last eve.”

“Yes, and I would claim your name with pride, but my grandmother’s name is actually Jean MacIan, as was my father’s.” She’d done it now. Put it all out there. No more secrets.

“You’re a—nay.” He fisted his hands and shook his head. “Dinnae speak a mistruth to me. You’re my wife. I willnae abide lies between us.”