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KISSING THE SCOTSMAN

“I best get back to my work.” She attempted to move away from him, but his hand on her hair held her in place. “I am really quite busy. I am making bread.”

“I hadnae expected ye to be so domesticated, Pleasance Dunstan.”

There was the hint of insult in his words, but she ignored it as she had so many other times. That was not important at the moment. What was important was the fact that she was letting him tug her into his arms. In fact, she thought with additional self-disgust, she was positively melting in his embrace. She did not need the way she trembled as his hand traced her spine, then came to rest at the small of her back to tell her that in his arms was a dangerous place to be. It was dangerous to her heart, to her morals, and, she mused as she stared into his darkening gray eyes, to her very sanity.

Tearlach kissed her forehead, then each cheek, and felt her sigh. She was soft and pliable in his arms. As her eyes turned a rich warm blue and grew heavy lidded, he read desire in them. Her full lips were moist and slightly parted. No man should be expected to resist such temptation…