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MacKerrick gave a mighty tug on the cloak and Evelyn was jerked against his chest. In a blink, he had dropped his mouth to hers in a hard kiss, wrapping one long arm around her shoulders and pulling her to him.

Evelyn was so shocked that she froze, her very toes tingling from the sensation of MacKerrick’s warm, dry lips against hers. The scruff on his upper lip chafed at hers with a delicious prickle. He eased his head back and softened his mouth, kissing first her upper lip and then her lower, then sliding his tongue along the seam. He kissed her again gently, wetly, and Evelyn felt her knees go watery, her eyes close, her fingers uncurl.

MacKerrick’s solid chest twisted for an instant, and then his other arm was around Evelyn, pulling her even closer. His skin smelled of fresh winter air and his own masculinity and Evelyn let her hands creep up over his chest, let her mouth soften and her head tilt. It was achingly brilliant, his kissing, his strength all around her, and she felt protected from the harsh season, from the grays, from her haunting past…