Highland Sparks: Logan and Gwyneth (Clan Grant Series Book 5) by Keira Montclair Page A
Authors: Keira Montclair
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Logan and Gwyneth arrived first, and they both stood and stared at the target. Gwyneth’s arrow sat dead center, as Alex had described it, while Logan’s was on the ground.
She had beaten him—both distances. The lass had beaten him fair and square, and he would never live it down, but some part of him felt pride in her accomplishment. Logan turned to her and said, “Well done, lass. Congratulations. I didn’t think you could do it.”
Gwyneth blushed and thanked him, her face beaming as the crowd rushed to her side.
Logan Ramsay had lost to a lass.
***
Gwyneth sat up on the parapets, enjoying the night air. She had been so happy to win, but the crowd that filled the great hall for the celebration was growing too rowdy for her. She needed the opportunity to clear her head.
For some reason, beating Logan hadn’t been as satisfying as she’d expected and she didn’t understand that. He had been a gentleman, not a sore loser, even going so far as to raise a toast to her abilities right before the evening meal. Every time she overheard one of Logan’s friends or family ribbing him, she felt sorry for him. Why?
The door opened with a bang and Gwyneth jumped out of the spot where she sat. Logan stood in front of her, as if having stepped out of her thoughts, his hair whipped by the wind. His smug expression had disappeared, and in its place was a look she didn’t understand. He walked forward until he was directly in front of her. Her stomach fluttered as he closed the distance between them, his gaze holding hers until heat spread through her. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she was afraid, naïve about the ways of men and women. He didn’t speak either, allowing a moment of tension and desire to spread through her. She didn’t know what else it could be.
And then he did the most unexpected thing she could have imagined. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. She was so startled she jumped in place…but then she leaned into him. His lips were warm and he tasted of ale, but there was something intoxicating about it.
He pulled back and said, “I wanted to congratulate you proper.”
He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip and she sighed. He dipped his head and kissed her again, and she parted her lips with another sigh. His tongue swept inside her mouth and she pressed her body to his, wrapping her arms around his neck as she tasted him in return, swirling her tongue inside his mouth until he groaned and tugged her closer. She never would have guessed that kissing a man could be so intoxicating and so frightening at the same time.
He angled his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss, devouring her until she trembled all over. His hands slid down her back and over her bottom, and he grabbed her bum to pull her closer. She felt his hardness against her belly and wanted to jerk away, but then decided she liked the fact that she had caused this excitement in him. Logan wanted her and she was finally willing to admit to herself that she wanted him, too. She ran her hands through his hair and sucked on his tongue as he moved one hand from her bottom and up her side until he found her breast. He searched for her nipple and froze.
“I had a suspicion you might bind your breasts. I like the idea.” He stood back, a sly grin on his face. “Would love to see them unbound and free.”
Suddenly aware of all that had taken place, she shoved at his hands. “Aye, ‘tis the only way I can shoot. Keep your hands to yourself.”
“A moment ago, you didn’t mind my hands on you.” He cocked his head as he gazed at her.
“Aye, well, now I do. We’re done, Ramsay.” She blushed and turned away from him.
“Suit yourself.” With a soft shrug, he moved to go back inside, and before he closed the door behind him, he turned back to her and said, “I love the taste of you, lass. I want more.” Then he left with a wink.
Gwyneth hugged herself, shivering, before she brought a finger up to brush her
She had beaten him—both distances. The lass had beaten him fair and square, and he would never live it down, but some part of him felt pride in her accomplishment. Logan turned to her and said, “Well done, lass. Congratulations. I didn’t think you could do it.”
Gwyneth blushed and thanked him, her face beaming as the crowd rushed to her side.
Logan Ramsay had lost to a lass.
***
Gwyneth sat up on the parapets, enjoying the night air. She had been so happy to win, but the crowd that filled the great hall for the celebration was growing too rowdy for her. She needed the opportunity to clear her head.
For some reason, beating Logan hadn’t been as satisfying as she’d expected and she didn’t understand that. He had been a gentleman, not a sore loser, even going so far as to raise a toast to her abilities right before the evening meal. Every time she overheard one of Logan’s friends or family ribbing him, she felt sorry for him. Why?
The door opened with a bang and Gwyneth jumped out of the spot where she sat. Logan stood in front of her, as if having stepped out of her thoughts, his hair whipped by the wind. His smug expression had disappeared, and in its place was a look she didn’t understand. He walked forward until he was directly in front of her. Her stomach fluttered as he closed the distance between them, his gaze holding hers until heat spread through her. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she was afraid, naïve about the ways of men and women. He didn’t speak either, allowing a moment of tension and desire to spread through her. She didn’t know what else it could be.
And then he did the most unexpected thing she could have imagined. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. She was so startled she jumped in place…but then she leaned into him. His lips were warm and he tasted of ale, but there was something intoxicating about it.
He pulled back and said, “I wanted to congratulate you proper.”
He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip and she sighed. He dipped his head and kissed her again, and she parted her lips with another sigh. His tongue swept inside her mouth and she pressed her body to his, wrapping her arms around his neck as she tasted him in return, swirling her tongue inside his mouth until he groaned and tugged her closer. She never would have guessed that kissing a man could be so intoxicating and so frightening at the same time.
He angled his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss, devouring her until she trembled all over. His hands slid down her back and over her bottom, and he grabbed her bum to pull her closer. She felt his hardness against her belly and wanted to jerk away, but then decided she liked the fact that she had caused this excitement in him. Logan wanted her and she was finally willing to admit to herself that she wanted him, too. She ran her hands through his hair and sucked on his tongue as he moved one hand from her bottom and up her side until he found her breast. He searched for her nipple and froze.
“I had a suspicion you might bind your breasts. I like the idea.” He stood back, a sly grin on his face. “Would love to see them unbound and free.”
Suddenly aware of all that had taken place, she shoved at his hands. “Aye, ‘tis the only way I can shoot. Keep your hands to yourself.”
“A moment ago, you didn’t mind my hands on you.” He cocked his head as he gazed at her.
“Aye, well, now I do. We’re done, Ramsay.” She blushed and turned away from him.
“Suit yourself.” With a soft shrug, he moved to go back inside, and before he closed the door behind him, he turned back to her and said, “I love the taste of you, lass. I want more.” Then he left with a wink.
Gwyneth hugged herself, shivering, before she brought a finger up to brush her
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