Highlander's Magic (Highlander Heat #2)

“So Mary said.” She nibbled her lower lip. Such deep concentration crossed her face. “I agree MacLean hasn’t the ability to listen. Although it’s strange I’ve read about him being an accomplished chief. He certainly warred, but he was always good to his people.”


“Were he no’ good to his people, he’d no’ have remained their chief.” He thumbed her velvety lips, and wished her lacy undergarments were now a touch thinner. Damn, he’d have to do something about her clothing. Her white breeches clung to her legs, outlining every single delectable inch of them. Beautifully shaped, and for his eyes alone. Nay, not his. What was he thinking? He snagged his shirt from the center beam and dragged it over her head. It swamped her to her knees and covered all on display. “Dinnae take that off.”

“Is my shirt really that big of an issue?” She lifted the collar over her nose and inhaled. “Oh, you smell good, like a fresh ocean breeze. Maybe I won’t mind wearing this after all.”

He groaned, his groin tightening. His faerie was a temptress, and it had been far too long since he’d bedded a woman. What would she feel like—hell, he needed to get his blasted thoughts under control. “A fresh breeze, aye. Highlanders live on the water. ’Tis how we travel around the isles.”

“In my time”—she lifted one delicately arched eyebrow—“we travel through the air as well. One can board a plane. It takes off and flies across the sky.”

“I see your imagination still runs rife.” The fae loved to play their games and this lass was no different. Tempting, enchanting, and his to care for. He’d taken on quite the task, but thus far, enjoyable.

“Or it could be the truth if you would but see it.” She slowly circled him, running her finger along his skin at the waist of his trews. “Where I come from, man no longer travels by horse, but within large steel contraptions that roll on wheels. Although do you want to hear something truly wicked?”

“Nay.” His thoughts were bad enough.

“Boats are made of steel, and they don’t simply sail across the sea, but also cruise the depths below. They’re called submarines, and they’re fully enclosed.”

“Now I know you lie.” Although seductively. Such travel would allow one to sneak up on their enemy. He liked.

“And what if I’m telling the truth?” She sidled around until they stood face to face. “Ask me a question, anything you’d like.”

“How do these submarines rise from the depths? The concept is intriguing, albeit impossible.”

“They have tanks which draw water in to allow them to fall below the waterline, and once it’s time to go up, engines pump the water back out. Engines you won’t see for hundreds of years.” She trailed a finger down the center of his chest. “My thoughts are still wandering.”

“You play with fire, my faerie.” He captured her hands and draped them around his neck. “I like it too much.”

“And you’re a challenge, one which I like too much.”

“Do you wish to test the waters between us? Dare me and we shall.” Aye, he was up for a dare, and he hoped she was too.



Marie should step back, but for the life of her, she couldn’t. Instead, she slid her fingers through his silky brown hair and stroked his scalp. “I dare you. I’m a twenty-first century woman, whether you believe me or not. And we play by a whole separate set of rules.”

“So you wish to play as the fae do?” He lowered his head to the curve of her neck and brushed his lips over her flesh. “Say aye. I need to hear your agreement plain and clear.”

“Yes, bring on the fire. Set as many challenges as you like.” She tipped her head to the side and he trailed his lips lower.

“Fire it is then.” He settled his mouth over her pulse and sucked, hard.

Her knees wobbled, and she latched onto his shoulders. “Um, nice start.”

“Nice? Your heartbeat flutters like the wings of a bird.” He pressed every inch of his body against hers, and heat raced the entire length. “I want to kiss you.”

Well, that she really didn’t mind. This adventure surely wouldn’t hurt with some kissing involved. “If you wish.”

“I wish.” He covered her mouth with his, and the taste of him swarmed her senses. Oh, yes. Adventure was good. Wanting more, she kissed him back, molding her mouth to his.

“You taste so sweet.” He licked over her lower lip with the most seductive stroke. Desire bolted through her. Then he caressed her sides, roamed down and scooped her bottom up. Lifted higher, he pressed himself hard against her, and he was hard.

Sweet heaven. Keeping hold, she seized his powerful biceps. “I really like you without the shirt.”

“I really like you with mine on.” Then he kissed her deeper, until their breath mingled as one. “How much fire can you handle? I need to touch you.”

“You already have a good hold on—” He cupped her breast and thumbed the peak. “Oh, okay. I’m good with that too.”