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Preview: Highlander’s Angelic Bride
Chapter 1
The scuff of footsteps followed the creak of the garden gate, bringing a smile to Melissa’s face as she stirred the pot over the fire. Inside, a rich, glossy broth of meat and vegetables bubbled; the recipe stolen from Mrs. MacDonald, the famed cook from Millar Castle.
Melissa heard her beloved husband, Angus, whistling to himself, and snuck a glance at him beyond the window. So tall he often bumped his head on the rafters of their cottage, he had broad shoulders to match, a warrior’s physique, and the softest, richest brown hair she had ever had the joy of running her hands through. His warm eyes were the color of conkers, and nothing made her happier than when she caught him gazing at her unawares.
He's home, thank heavens. I thought I’d go mad with boredom!
Her stomach fluttered as he opened the cottage door, his boots thudding across the stone floor to the matching beat of her heart.
“I missed ye, love.” Strong arms slid around her waist and soft lips nuzzled at her throat. Her husband’s ridged abdomen and stirring loins pressed flush against her, and his contented sigh whispered against her skin like a secret that only they knew.
“Ye’ll make it boil over,” Melissa warned playfully, nudging him back with the cushion of her backside.
He chuckled against her neck. “Ye’re makin’ me boil over.” He paused. “What are ye doin’ this by yerself for, anyway? Where’s Charlotte?”
“I wanted to surprise ye, Angus.” Resting the wooden spoon across the lip of the pot, she turned in her husband’s arms. “I let Charlotte have the afternoon to herself, so we could have the afternoon to ourselves. It’s yer favorite. I got the recipe from Mrs. MacDonald meself.”
He smiled down at her. “I’m hungry for somethin’ else, seein’ ye all flushed and glistenin’ from yer efforts.”
After eleven months of marriage, they were still very much enamored with the novelty of being husband and wife. Though they were more enamored with each other and the sense of belonging that came with their vows. Certainly, after a lengthy, shy courtship of four years, Melissa felt as though she had won a rare and wondrous prize in him, and all of her patience had been worth it.
His lips grazed hers, cold from the outside world, and he smelled of the forest that circled their quaint home: earthy and fresh and like home. Of course, she somewhat envied her sister, Meredith, and her brother, Felix, who resided in grand castles with servants attending to their every whim, but no place soothed her soul quite like the cottage that had become her marital residence.
“What’s the matter?” He broke away from the kiss and she realized she had been so deep in thought that she had not kissed him back.
“Nothin’, my love,” she replied, looping her arms around his neck. “I was thinkin’ about ye, that’s all, so I forgot ye were right here in my arms. Ye ken what me mind is like. It’s a magpie, seein’ somethin’ shiny and dartin’ off elsewhere.”
He laughed. “Ye’re a strange lass, but that’s why I love ye.”
“Is that the only reason?” She raised an eyebrow.
He shook his head. “I couldnae tell ye all the reasons if I had a week at me disposal.” He bent to kiss her again and, this time, she responded in kind. It seemed like such a simple thing, a kiss, but it had become one of the most beautiful parts of her day, among other wondrous gifts that were shared between a married couple.
Slowly, his kiss became more urgent, their breaths sharper, as he swept her toward the kitchen table. The back of her thighs bumped against the wooden edge, and she chuckled against his lips. There was nowhere in the large cottage that was safe from their still-eager lovemaking.
One day soon, the heavens are goin’ to bless us, love. Thus far, they had not been, but everyone continued to tell the couple that it was still early in their marriage. It was not something to worry about just yet.
“There’s nay feelin’ like walkin’ through that door to ye,” Angus purred, lifting her up onto the edge of the table. “I willnae ever grow tired of it. Of ye. Me dearest love.”
She smiled, overjoyed. “Nor will I.”
