Highlander's Touch by Eliza Knight

continued to pay him little attention. But, when he whispered her name, that she could not ignore.
    Shona rushed to his side and bent over him, studying his complexion, which was still flushed. She put her hand to his forehead. Zounds, but he was not nearly as hot as he’d been before. Her tincture was working. Shona refilled the cup and brought it to his lips, catching the scent of the mint she’d used to flavor it.
    “Drink,” she said.
    Ewan blinked open his eyes, and for the first time she noticed how light their color. An icy, sparkling blue, like the way she imagined a spring would look if ice-covered, or the purest blue of the summer sky. She was momentarily stunned by their beauty. Thick black lashes framed his eyes. She could have stared at him all day. In fact, she was probably already staring too much.
    He took a sip, then his lips quirked into a grin—a wicked grin that had her body heating and caused a smile of her own to curve her lips. Her mind was suddenly filled with the taste of his mouth and her body yearned for him to touch her. How could he unnerve her in such a way? How could he command her body with just a grin?
    Why did he look at her like that? And why did she like it?
    “My healer,” he rasped.
    Shona nodded, glad that he seemed to be more aware, and that he recalled who she was. A definite sign of improvement. The warrior’s gaze dipped to her lips, remaining there intently. Was he thinking about kissing her? On instinct, she wet her lips, suppressed a shudder. She should move, shouldn’t be hovering over him like this. She was only enticing them both to something that should not happen again, no matter how much she wanted it.
    Heaving a sigh, Shona set down his cup, but could not force herself to step away. Rather, it seemed she leaned closer. She sat on the bed beside him, liking the heat of his body sinking into her. And the way he was looking at her as though she were a morsel he’d like to devour. Interest, curiosity and the intense need curling in her belly kept her frozen in place.
    “How long have I been here?” he asked.
    “Not long. Only a couple of days,” she whispered, unable to find her voice.
    Her heart pounded. Breath caught.
    Ewan’s hands trailed up her arms and over her back sending ripples of heightened sensation racing along her spine. How did he know to touch her in just the right way? And why wasn’t she yanking away, putting distance between them? This was wrong, wicked, wanton. And yet, she embraced it, because it also felt right.
    “Was it ye with the arrows?” he asked, his gaze searching hers.
    Seemed he was coming to his senses. Shona nodded, fearing if she spoke, the only sound that would come out was a soft pleading moan. He swirled slow, sensual circles at the base of her spine and on her hips. Did he realize how much his touch affected her?
    “Ye’re an angel.” He leaned up, his face coming closer to hers and stealing her breath. “I’ve always wanted to kiss an angel.”
    Shona nodded, then quickly shook her head. The man was clearly still under the influence of her tea. He had to be, else he wouldn’t truly want to kiss her, would he? It didn’t matter, she couldn’t let him kiss her again. But her lips seemed ever closer to his, and she couldn’t pull away. Was frozen in place by his mesmerizing, whirling fingers and heated gaze. This was sinful. Kissing a man who didn’t have his wits about him… But he appeared clearer than he’d been in the past couple of days.
    “Let me kiss ye, Shona,” he whispered, not more than a hair’s breadth from her mouth.
    He remembered her name, and the way he’d said it stroked away any last resistance she had. One more kiss could hardly hurt. “Ye know my name,” she managed as their lips brushed.
    Wicked heat wrapped around her middle, her nipples hardened, and gooseflesh rose along every inch of her skin. Between her thighs grew damp. Though most of her past memories were fuzzy at best, Shona