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Binding Vows
"A lady is not safe out here by herself." She stopped again. This time he didn't stop in time and fell into her.
Hands at her sides, her chest thrust up next to his; she gritted the words between her teeth. "A lady
isn't safe around you, either."
"Now, Tara." He tried pleading with her.
"Oh, don't you even, 'now, Tara' me." She stepped to the side and started off in a different
direction. Walking in circles.
He let her walk for several minutes before attempting to talk to her again. "I would be happy to
escort you on a walk, but we need to get you more properly dressed." He knew the effect watching her
walk was having on him. He could only imagine what his men must have thought when she had
stormed the courtyard in her shorts.
"You're a bastard, you know that, MacCoinnich?"
He wanted to counter what she said but cautioned himself against it. "Still, we need you in
more fitting clothes. If someone were to come along, questions would be raised which would be most
difficult to answer."
"You should have thought of that before you brought me here." She waved a hand in his general
direction. "Right now I don't give a crap what questions
"I told you how necessary it is for secrecy." He turned to the Keep and noticed some of the men
watching to see what would happen. He needed to put a stop to this and soon.
"Bite me."
A completely inappropriate image of him doing exactly that popped in his head. A slow lazy smile
inched over his lips.
Unfortunately for him, Tara read his thoughts. "you might have to answer."
Silent Vows
"I want you," he whispered in her hair, not willing to break their contact.
She stiffened when his words registered. "I don't--"
"You want the same thing, Myra. Don't try and deny it."
"I don't know what I want. I've not ever..." She didn't finish her sentence.
"Not ever what?"
"No one has ever kissed me the way you do. Let alone anything more."
A virgin? Was that even possible?
"You mean you've never...?"
"Never." She lowered her head and removed her
hands from his shoulders.
"Hey." He caught her gaze. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about." He kissed her again, briefly,
then placed a protective arm over her shoulders and walked her home. "So are the men in Scotland
blind?"
She laughed. "Nay."
"What then?"
"My father is very protective."
"Does your father know you're here?"
"Much to his dismay, but we had no choice."
Interesting, a protective father who sent his daughter away to a different country without any
money. Something wasn't lining up.
They were within a block of his home when Myra stiffened, and all color washed from her face.
She stopped and spun in a slow circle.
"What is it?"
"Someone is watching us."
"Some of the neighbors are busybodies."
"No, Todd. The one who watches wants more than to gossip."
Now the hair on his neck stood on end.
Redeeming Vows
Her next two punches came fast, unexpected, one catching him hard on the jaw. And it hurt. His brow rose. The muscles straining on her arms held surprising strength.
Fin sent his foot out to trip her.
She avoided it and waved him toward her. "Come on, Fin. Stop playing." He turned his back to her, heard her approach, and swept her off her feet... Within ten minutes, they were both panting. Liz's punch wavered. Fin caught her fist and pulled it behind her back and her firmly up against his chest.
Her breasts heaved, and her breathing strained. The soft curves of her body pressed to his. Liz reached up to the arm he used to hold her and called her Druid powers. Fin felt his skin burn under her touch...
"Not fair, lass."
"Ever hear the term, all's fair in love and war?"
Aye, well, what were they?
When she came at him again he ducked, taking her down to the floor and grabbed her hands and stretched them above her head where she couldn't apply any fire or heat because her fingertips weren't touching him. Her eyes met his, his body heavy on top of hers, keeping her from moving. But this
closeness, this contact was torture.
Elizabeth's gaze traveled to his lips dancing dangerously close to hers. He smelled the sweet scent of her breath, knew without a doubt she desired his taste as much as he did hers. He knew that taste, had it once before, briefly. Wanted it even more now.
"You're quite a workout," she breathed the words to him, lifted her lips a tad closer.
"As are you."
They lay there, staring at each other, neither willing to make the first move. Stubborn.
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