Page 47 of Highland Steel

“I do not and you know it. Besides, it wasn’t a punch, it was just a little love tap, that’s all.”

“It’s all right. I dinna mind. Just as long as ye make love like a lady, that’s all that matters.”

As soon as he said that, it made her want to make love with him once again.

They got up to the top of the hill and Rhoswen stopped, drinking in the wondrous sight. A field of bluish-purple flowers stretched out over the rolling land for as far as she could see. The sun shone down, almost illuminating the bell-shaped flowers that stood tall and proud on green, straight stalks.

The strong, sweet scent of the wildflowers filled her senses, making her heady.

“Bluebells!” she exclaimed. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. The Highlands are so beautiful.”

“I agree,” he said, stroking the side of her face. His tongue shot out and wet his lips, and suddenly he seemed so serious. “Rhoswen, when I say the Highlands canna compare to yer beauty, I mean it.”

She looked up into his eyes, seeing the wanton look within them. “You’re not so bad looking yourself.”

“I am tryin’ my hardest no’ to kiss ye.”

“Why stop yourself?” she asked. “I would like it if you kissed me.”

“But when I kiss ye . . . I canna stop.”

“And neither do you have to,” she whispered, her hands going to his weapon belt. She unclasped it and gently lowered it to the ground.

“What are ye doin’, my bonnie cailin?”

“I was just wondering what it would feel like to roll around naked in a field of bluebells.” She unclasped her belt next and lowered her sword to the ground.

“Rhoswen, I dinna think we should –” he stopped when her hands slipped around his waist and her lips caressed his. Feeling bold and daring, her tongue shot out and entered the warmth of his mouth. Then she pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

“What were you saying?” she asked with a seductive smile.

“Ye’re a little vixen, is what ye are, temptin’ me this way.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” She released him. “I don’t know why I’m acting like a strumpet. I guess it’s just because I can’t get enough of you. Let’s go back to camp.” When she bent over to pick up her sword, she felt a whoosh of air as her gown was thrown up over her head. Then she felt a pinch on her back side and realized that Logan had bit her on her bottom end.

“Aaaah!” she said, jumping up to a standing position, holding her hand behind her. “I can’t believe you just did that,” she said, not able to hold back her laughter.

“Really?” he said, getting a very playful look in his eyes. “Then ye willna believe it when I do this either.” He picked her up, swung her around, and then collapsed in the field of bluebells. Lying on the ground holding each other, they both laughed until their sides almost split.

“Do ye want to make love in a field of bluebells?” he asked her.

“Well, I don’t mind. But what about the poor flowers we smashed when we fell?”

“They’ll get over it.”

Before she knew it, Logan was atop her, pushing up her gown and pulling down her braies.

“Something is pinching me,” she said, not liking the feel of her bare bottom touching the earth.

“I have an idea,” he told her. He lay down, pulling her atop him.

“You want me on top?” she asked.

“Why no’?” he answered.

“But I thought men were the only ones to play the part of aggressor.”

“Ye swing a sword and speak yer mind. I think ye are aggressive enough to do this.”