Page 60 of The Highlander’s Kilted Affair

Donald nodded and swiped an escaping tear from his cheek. “Good night, me dear. Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Faither,” Evelyn replied, before slowly closing the door.

Evelyn remained perfectly still at the sound of creaking floorboards in her bedchamber. It had taken her ages to fall asleep with the excited thoughts of what tomorrow would bring, but she was now aware that someone was in her room. There had been no knock, for it would have wakened her, and now, as her heart thumped in her chest, she was terrified that one of Laird Keith’s men had managed to sneak into the castle and was here to try and take her again.

The footsteps grew closer, but Evelyn had a plan. She had brought a tankard of water to her bedside which now stood half empty. It was hardly a great weapon, but if she could at least stun the man, she might have a chance to escape.

She could hear him near the bed now. His footsteps came closer and closer. Her heart thumped harder and harder. She held her breath as she sensed him getting closer still.

Peeking through one eye, she targeted the tankard.

Any second….

Now!

Flinging the covers back, she grabbed the tankard, and with all her might, lashed her arm out towards the approaching fiend.

“Ow. Bloody hell, Evelyn.” Benedict hollered.

“Och, my God,” she cried, hurriedly pushing herself up in the bed.

Staring up at him, Benedict stood there, his soaking wet hair dripping water onto his tunic, holding her arm with his other hand. He looked like a drowned rat. He was frowning down at her, but at the state of him, Evelyn could do nothing but burst into a fit of giggles.

“Ye think this is funny?” he growled, a smile dancing at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll show ye funny.”

And with that, he clambered into the bed and rubbed his wet hair all over her face.

Evelyn shrieked and giggled even louder, while at the same time, trying to fight off his hairy attack.

Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her on top of him as he rolled onto the bed, and the two fell into hysterical laughter.

“Remind me never tae wake ye up unexpectedly,” Benedict said, rubbing his arm unconsciously.

“I am sorry,” Evelyn said. “But ye scared me half tae death. I thought ye were one o’ Laird Keith’s men.”

Benedict shook his head. “There’s nae a chance o’ any o’ those men entering this castle, Evelyn. I’m here and I’ll always protect ye. Ye’ve naething tae worry about.”

Evelyn smiled at him, then bent her head and tenderly kissed his arm where she had hit him with the tankard.

“There are other places that hurt too,” Benedict said with a slow smile.

“Och, is there now?”

“Aye,” he said. “It hurts here.” He pointed to the base of his neck. Evelyn, knowing what he was doing, only smiled as she crawled up his body and tenderly brushed a kiss against the stubbly skin.

“And here.” He pointed to his chin. She moved a little further and kissed his chin.

“And here.” He pointed to his cheek.

She brushed her lips tenderly against his cheek.

“And here,” he growled, pointing to his lips, his breath a little shallower now.

When Evelyn pressed her lips on his, Benedict wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her down onto him. He opened his mouth and slipped his tongue inside hers, flicking, and lashing across her teeth and tongue.

“I want ye so badly,” he breathed, between his passionate kisses.

“And I want ye,” Evelyn replied breathlessly.