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against his shoulder, and he studied her face. She had beautiful alabaster skin; it seemed luminescent in the moonlight, which contrasted with the dark, thick lashes that swept her cheeks.
    She had fine bone structure, with a straight nose. Her chin was pointed, and her lips were a bit too full for her heart-shaped face, but those lips were so incredibly sultry that he doubted any man would think them unattractive. She sighed and a slight smile turned her lips up. Connor's thoughts drifted down an entirely different path as he watched them.
    There was no denying she was beautiful. Her reputation had not been exaggerated.
    When her hair had come unbound while she'd been fleeing, and the moon had turned the golden locks to silver, he'd thought her a wood sprite or a faerie. The pale moonlight had her skin glowing like a luminous pearl. But she was no faerie, she was real. Her very real warm body had proved that. She was also betrothed to his enemy, the Campbell lord, and 38
    Connor would stop at nothing to ensure his demise. Even abducting the bride-to-be before she entered Campbell lands.
She was a means to an end, nothing more. Connor would do well to remember that.
    After he had launched himself at her, Connor wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to the ground. When he stayed on top of her he wanted her to feel his weight; to understand that the best way out would be acquiescence. And when he'd flipped her over, he'd merely run his hands over her to see if she had any more weapons hidden; ravishing her was the furthest thought from his mind...until she'd renewed her struggle. He'd suddenly become acutely aware of every voluptuous curve against his body. Those expressive eyes of hers had shown him that she thought his intentions impure, and his thoughts quickly followed along those lines. Impure thoughts around her would be natural, especially when her ragged breathing drew his attention to her breasts. Thinking of her breasts had him shifting farther away from her in the saddle, but she made a little sound of protest at his movement, and Connor frowned. With a sigh, he wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. She fit into the curve of his body perfectly, and he rested his chin on her head.
    The Stewart lass smelled delicious, mouthwatering, actually. He'd never smelled anything like it. It was decidedly floral, and every time the wind stirred strands of her hair into his face, Connor had to fight the urge to bury his nose in it.
    He thought of the reactions his body had to just her scent alone, and wondered what it would be like if he had the time 39
    and the right to enjoy her. The weight of her breasts on the arm he had wrapped around her ribs caused his body to tighten. He passed the time trying not to think of her, and thinking instead of not running his horse too hard with the extra weight. Connor frowned as he felt her ribcage. She really wasn't that much extra weight. His thoughts turned toward the girl again, and he had to force his mind to the job at hand; to take her to his castle, and keep her as far away from the Campbell as possible. He wasn't completely sure what the Campbell had planned for Miss Stewart, but he knew it would indeed irritate him to have Connor steal her away.
The thought of the Campbell's irritation with Connor had a smile playing about his lips.
    Besides, the Campbell only needed a bride at all because the brutal clan Mackenzie was pushing for a chief who was married; he would be a safer alliance for them if he had a woman and sons at home. They had been pushing for a marriage to a Mackenzie lass, so it had been quite a surprise when he'd announced his betrothal to the Stewart lass, however, since everyone knew about the curse, the Mackenzie allowed the soon-to-be alliance. There had been rumors of the Campbell playing at the dark arts, and Connor knew that the man would go to any lengths to destroy the MacRaes. A man such as that was deadly in his