Highlander's Seduction (The Matheson Brothers #3)

“Cease tempting me. You’ll be sore and you need some time to heal.” He rubbed his body against hers, the fine dark hairs on his chest tickling her nipples and making them stiffen. Groaning, he threaded his fingers deep into her hair and played with the long golden blond strands. “My bear wants another taste of you.”


“Your bear is welcome to taste any part of me he pl—”

He kissed her, deeply and wildly, until their breath mingled as one and completely scattered her thoughts.

“I, ah…” She shook her head to clear it. “My muscles ached upon awakening, but those pains are now gone. There is no need to deny either of us what we desire.”

“You’re not being very helpful right now.” He scooped a shift from the ambry shelf and slid it over her head. The thin white cotton slithered down her body and brushed her ankles. “I won’t make you hurt any more than I already have.”

“I truly dinnae hurt.” She tip-toed her fingers down his chest and followed the thin trail of hair that passed between his abs and thickened into lush curls around his shaft. Gently, she cupped his balls and they tightened and drew upward. His cock lengthened and she encircled her hand around it. Looking into his eyes, she murmured, “Kiss me again.”

“You need time to recover.” He picked up her gown and over her head it went. She got a mouthful of cream silk before he swept in behind her and cinched the bodice’s stays in place.

Burgundy ribbons fluttered from her waist as she spun about. “Now you’ll just need to undress me again.”

“I will, tonight, after you’ve had some time to heal.” With a determined yet sinfully delicious look on his face, he picked up her gown’s matching slippers from the ambry shelf and knelt at her feet. He lifted one foot, his hand roaming under her skirts and up her calf. She seized his broad shoulders and held on while he slid her slippers on. “I also need to talk with my brothers. Colin MacKenzie wanted a woman from the village, and from Joseph’s account of his conversation with the warriors we fought, that woman was Amelia.”

“Amelia is now safe.”

“Amelia is also a time-walker, one of only two currently here in this time. You also popped up out of nowhere during the battle and our enemy saw you. Just like Amelia, you too need to remain well guarded.”

“No one can capture or contain me, no’ even you.”

“There isn’t a person alive who can’t be held against their will.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. “Even you, my elusive imp.”

“You are so frustrating.” She crossed to the looking glass propped at the end of the side table against the wall and ran a brush through her hair.

“Keeping you safe is imperative.” He collected his traveling bag from on top of the trunk and flipped open the leather flap. From within, he retrieved his clothes then donned a pair of black leather pants. He tugged his sturdy black boots on, strapped his sword belt and wrist daggers in place and eyed her. “I will always protect you, even from yourself if I must.”

“’Tis also my duty to protect you.”

“Which reminds me. You haven’t actually explained exactly how my immortality now works. I don’t doubt there will be another battle and I need to know specifics.” Still shirtless, he strode to the side table and lathered soap in the basin of water. He smeared the bubbles along his jaw then slid his wrist dirk free and in the looking glass, bent to the task of shaving.

“Since I now hold a piece of your soul, you are as such an extension of me.” Unable not to touch him, she ran her fingers through his silky shoulder-length black hair. “For as long as my heart beats, I can hold you to this Earth. I can also heal any wounds you might suffer from, in the same way I heal myself, including the soreness I had this morn. Each time I become as one with the air, when I reappear, each and every part of me is reformed. All wounds heal within the blink of an eye.”

“How much energy does it take for you to transform me as you do yourself?” In a firm line, he ran his blade from his ear to his chin, first on one side of his jaw and then the other. His deft and precise strokes held her captive.

“You are a part of me now, just as I’m a part of you. To transform you as I do myself will take very little effort or energy.”

“Show me.” He faced her, held his blade to his bicep and sliced his skin. Blood flowed and rushed down to his elbow.

“Kirk, no!” She shimmered into air and took him with her then reappeared and grasped his arm. She wiped the blood away, the cut now gone. “Dinnae do that again.” She slapped his chest.

“Tell me exactly how you fare.” His mind moved through hers as he searched within her thoughts for an answer.

“I fare just fine.” She huffed and paced the chamber. “That’s if you ignore my now sudden bout of anger, which you shouldnae.”