The Most Eligible Highlander in Scotland (McTiernay Brothers #7)

Chapter 1

THE MOST ELIGIBLE HIGHLANDER IN SCOTLAND

Conan stood up abruptly. Mhàiri reopened her eyes to see that he was packing his things. “We’re leaving?” she asked, rising to her feet as well.

“Aye,” he said, clearly disgruntled.

“I promise we will get together again in two days and I will show you how to draw buildings, castles, or whatever you want.”

Conan dropped his things to the ground. “You think that’s what I care about right now?

” He reached out and his hands gripped her arms, not painfully, but with enough force Mhàiri could feel the tension raging in his body.

“If you wanted to know what a kiss was like so damn bad, you should have asked me.”

The desire Conan had worked so hard to suppress suddenly erupted and was beyond his control.

His mouth came down on hers before Mhàiri could even think of moving.

He caught her face between his hands, pulled her close, and kissed her—hard and deliberately—letting her feel the frustration and temper she had aroused in him.

Surprised, she clutched his forearms and resisted, but Conan did not lessen his hold. The pressure against her mouth was deep and persuasive and undeniable. And before she realized what she was doing, her mouth opened and welcomed him in . . .