The Taming of a Highlander (Midnight in Scotland, #2)

by Elisa Braden

“But I’ll always love you more,” she despaired, cradling his beloved face and tracing the scars along his brow and mouth. “You own my heart, Broderick. I’ll never have yours.” “My heart? Christ, woman, dinnae ye realize yet?” “Realize what?” With a single thrust, he forged inside, driving a pleasured gasp from her throat. “’Tis you, Kate Huxley MacPherson. I didnae have a heart before ye wandered into the dark and decided ye belonged here.” He began thrusting rhythmically, forcefully. “Do I love ye? Aye.” More thrusts. His hand tangled in her hair. He lowered his head and breathed deep. “I love ye. But that’s a weak fucking word for what I feel, Kate.”