“I know yer no’ daft, lass, so why’re ye repeatin’ everythin’ I say?” Hugh bit back a chuckle when she glared harder and those green eyes flashed. This lass was a fascinating contradiction of strength and weakness and he wanted her. Burned for her. You’ve lost your mind, Hugh MacDonald. Chasing her had fired his blood, despite the pain that’d rocked his tender parts when she’d hit him. But his cock twitched when he’d swept her up into his arms, so at least it still worked—praise Jesus. He’d almost put her on Dubh’s back facing him so he could kiss her again. Holding her against his chest wasn’t a chore, even though he was restraining her. “Screw you,” she bit out, breaking their eye-contact. The phrase was odd, but he got the gist of her meaning. “Ye offerin’?” He should tell her how badly he wanted her. Then she wouldn’t speak to him as such. No one showed him the disrespect this lass was. What would she say if I told her? By way of answer, she pounded his thigh with a tight fist and Hugh laughed.
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