Highlander's Touch by Eliza Knight Page A

was certain she’d never responded to a touch like she did when in Ewan’s arms. She couldn’t shake how wrong this was, but that it felt so right… There was no one here to judge her, only herself and the man who demanded her mouth’s attention.
    Just another kiss to remember him before he left, was found by his men, or worse by the enemies that lurked in the woods. His people had to be looking for him, though there had been no sign of anyone when she’d worked in the yard. Even still, that didn’t mean they weren’t lurking. They could knock at any moment. Within the hour, he could be torn from her embrace and forever a stranger to her. Knowing that seemed to only heighten her urgency. Shona threaded her fingers into his soft golden hair. Hair, she’d washed herself. Indeed, she’d washed his entire body, felt his skin prickle as she’d glided the soapy cloth over his taut, muscled flesh—and felt her own flesh tingle in response. She’d been good about keeping him clean, aware that when the fever caused him to sweat she needed to wipe away those tainted drops.
    She could still smell the soap on him. Could taste the mint on his tongue. If she kept her eyes closed, she might even be able to imagine that he was not wounded. That he was not here in her cottage because she’d brought him here to take care of him, but because he’d pursued her. Because he wanted her.
    The thought of him desiring her as much as she yearned for him sent a rush of excitement and delicious sensations through her.
    Raindrops made repeated dull thuds on the thatched roof, and the moist scents of rain mixed with Ewan’s raw, masculine aura. Shona let herself sink further into him. The slide of his tongue over the seam of her lips made her gasp and open her mouth. But he didn’t invade. Didn’t thrust his tongue in. Nay, he teased her, darting in and out, swiping, twining. She couldn’t draw a decent breath.
    One hand slid hotly over the curve of her buttocks and the other trailed up her ribs, over her shoulder and to her throat. A thumb on one side of her neck, his fingers on the other, he pressed. A flash of panic snagged her as he gently squeezed. Her pulse quickened along with her breath. Maybe she should have been scared. Should have pulled back, but for some reason, this man’s small show of dominance sent her body into a somersault of pleasure.
    Instead of pushing him away, Shona climbed over his body, bracing her weight on her arms, their pelvises collided as she slid her long legs on top of his, careful to keep her weight off his injured torso. Her breath hitched as another whirl of decadent pleasure shocked her. Ewan’s cock was rock hard, long, and ground hotly against her, thrilling her.
    The feel of him beneath her was exquisite. She opened her eyes, meeting his sky-blue stare. She stilled, chewed on her lower lip as they regarded one another.
    “I dinna want to hurt ye,” she said, suddenly aware of his state and what harm she could bring him. Nettles, but she should just get off of him, but she couldn’t.
    “Ye’re not.” His voice was gruffer than before, the sound of it raking sensually over her.
    “But I might.” All he had to do was give her a sign she was hurting him and she’d get off of him. Leave him be, sleep outside in the rain.
    “Ye won’t.” All the wicked playfulness of Ewan was gone and replaced by an intense heat that made her shiver.
    Why did this have to be so complicated?
    Again his gaze searched hers.
    She kept her eyes steady on his, wanted to open herself up to him, to let him see into her soul, to share her secrets. But the terror that thought brought on was enough to make her blood run cold.
    “Shona… Is there anyone… here for ye?”
    His question hit a chord deep inside, and she glanced away, not wanting to let in how isolated she truly was.
    “I have no one,” she whispered. And likely she never would, but she wasn’t going to admit it to him. Did not want his pity, only