My Highland Prisoner: A Highlander Erotic Romance Read Free

stomach. Ailsa felt her heartbeat speed up, as her breath came out in little pants. It was instinctive, a reaction that she could control about as well as the highland skies.
     
    Finlay stood a few dozen yards away. Sweat glistened off his naked chest, while he held a scythe in one hand. His bronzed skin dripped with sweat from his strenuous activities. Ailsa couldn’t help but think about what other activities would garner the same amount of sweat.
     
    A blush crept up into her cheeks, as she remembered the conversations she’d overheard almost a decade ago between two maids. Despite ten years having passed, the conversations were still fresh in her mind, haunting her dreams with visions of what could be. The maids had discussed men they were having dalliances with, how well-endowed the men were, and how well the men pleased them.
     
    Ailsa had learned about the pleasures of licking, sucking, and even biting certain places on both the male and female body. She learned that the first time a woman welcomed a man to her bed, it would hurt, but if the man knew what he was doing it would begin to feel very good. She’d learned far more than she’d ever learned from Glenda, her father, or even her stepmother. Womanhood and welcoming a man into one’s bed had never been a topic that anyone had brought up and Ailsa had never been comfortable discussing the topic.
     
    She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear her brothers running to her or even take note of where they were until her legs were suddenly engulfed in the twin’s hugs. She jumped back in surprise and said, “Goodness! Donna scare me like that!”
     
    “Sorra! We donna mean it.” The boys chirped in harmony, as two pairs of hazel eyes stared up at her in quiet apology.
     
    Smiling down at her brothers, Ailsa ruffled their hair playfully. “I will forgive ye both this once. Now go inside and prepare for supper.”
     
    Ailsa watched them hurry inside the back of the castle and slam the door behind them, she winced at the sound. With a long sigh, she turned back to see Finlay striding purposely towards her. He still had the scythe gripped tightly in one hand. For a moment, apprehension stole over her or maybe it was anticipation. The sky behind Finlay was changing colors with the setting sun, painting it with splashes of reds, yellows, and oranges. It made Finlay look like a great lion seeking out its next prey.
     
    A shiver slid down her spine, as his warm, brown eyes wracked her body. She felt like she was prey and he was truly a lion.
     
    “Good evenin’, lass,” Finlay’s voice washed over her. It was raspy with a hint of something wicked. Again, an image of a warm fire and a storm outside came to her, except this time she could see herself stretched out on a sheepskin rug in front of the fire with Finlay on top of her, doing things that the maids had described.
     
    Ailsa’s cheeks flamed bright red and felt hot.
     
    “And a good eve to ye, Finlay,” her voice was just a touch breathless, as if she’d had half her oxygen cut off. “Will ye be joinin’ us for sup?”
     
    “Aye, lass. If ye will ‘ave me, I would be more than happy to join you.”
     
    Something in the way he said the words sparked a fire inside of her. Her hazel eyes clashed with his warm, brown ones, as Ailsa tried to regain her footing in the situation. She still did not know Finlay. She did not know why he had chosen her father’s lands to work on or why he strived so hard to be kind to her brothers and her. She didn’t even know why he had stayed so long. Finlay was a mystery to her. He was a secret that she wanted to unravel, even though she had learned the hard way that secrets were not always good and the truth was, more often than not, the better course.
     
    “Of course, Finlay,” Ailsa said, as she inclined her head and slowly pivoted on a heel to head back to the castle. Suddenly, the part of her that her father always hated, the part that