his lips down her neck to her breasts and when he finally drew her nipple into his mouth, it felt like destiny was calling him home. That's what Mackenzie felt like; home. That thought both scared him and thrilled him.
Then Mackenzie had turned to sit on top of him, and Connor knew that she wanted him too. And knowing that such a bold move meant that she was not a maid, he felt relief that he would soon take her. For there was no doubt that this was leading to his bed...if they made it that far.
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"Oh," she moaned and her head fell back, her hair brushing the tops of his thighs. Connor tangled his hand in her silken curls and brought her mouth back to his at the same time as he slid one finger into her. God she was wet. In the most primitive way, her body welcomed him, encouraged him. He felt her gasp against his lips and pulled back just enough to watch her eyes drift shut. He wanted to make her call out his name over and over again.
The emotions that crossed her face as he stroked her were an incredible aphrodisiac to him. He wanted more, he needed all of her. Now. And in that instant, he knew she was his.
She'd been made for him. He stared into her heavy-lidded emerald green eyes as she looked back at him with the unfocused gaze of passion. She was his. And he would claim her. He shoved all the new emotions he was experiencing out of his mind, and instead watched her dazed eyes flicker with desire. He was as surprised by the force of her climax as she seemed to be. But when Mackenzie leaned her forehead against his, he scooped her up with every intention of taking her to his bed.
This time, he would join her.
But fate had other plans; when he placed her against the pillows, someone knocked on the door. Damn! He glanced down at the woman lying naked in his bed, and saw her panic at being caught.
He dressed quickly and growled out, "Aye?"
"Forgive the interruption, my Laird, but ye are needed. Our prisoner has broken and ye need to hear his news." Connor recognized Dougal's voice through the door. Mackenzie had 99
tucked his plaid around herself once again, and hurried to stand behind the door, so when Connor opened it, she wouldn't be seen. Connor opened the door to his captain, but didn't open it fully,
"I'll be right down."
There was a pause before Dougal answered, "Aye me Laird, we'll await yer arrival."
Connor shut the door and turned to Mackenzie. She looked so beautiful with the firelight behind her, catching her curls in its glow. He rather liked seeing her with his plaid wrapped about her shoulders; the expanse of bare leg it afforded him was incredible. It was a shame to leave her. He bent his head to kiss her and his lips tingled from their kiss.
"I must go."
"Oh," Mackenzie looked down at her bare feet, her metallic aqua blue nail polish in "Skinny Jeans" still on from her pedicure with Jenna pre-time travel. Jenna had chosen a muted hot pink called "It's all about me," how typical Jenna.
"But I canna go yet," Connor's voice snapped her head up.
"Oh?" He smiled at the hopeful look on her face.
"Nay, I need..." he trailed off suggestively.
"Yes?" her voice was barely a whisper.
"This." Connor stripped her of his plaid in one smooth movement and began to pleat it around himself.
"Connor!" Mackenzie gasped, futilely covering herself with her hands.
He tried not to laugh at the stricken expression in her eyes. But he quickly turned serious, "Rest, now, you'll need it."
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Her brow creased, "Why, what's happening later?" His abrupt mood change from teasing to somber confused Mackenzie.
"Tonight, you're mine" he breathed it against her parted lips before succumbing to one last, long, lingering kiss. Then he turned to walk out the door, leaving her with his fingers trailing along her cheek.
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The second the door clicked shut, Mackenzie let her breath out in a gust. She hadn't even realized that she'd been holding it. And she leaned against the cool
Then Mackenzie had turned to sit on top of him, and Connor knew that she wanted him too. And knowing that such a bold move meant that she was not a maid, he felt relief that he would soon take her. For there was no doubt that this was leading to his bed...if they made it that far.
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"Oh," she moaned and her head fell back, her hair brushing the tops of his thighs. Connor tangled his hand in her silken curls and brought her mouth back to his at the same time as he slid one finger into her. God she was wet. In the most primitive way, her body welcomed him, encouraged him. He felt her gasp against his lips and pulled back just enough to watch her eyes drift shut. He wanted to make her call out his name over and over again.
The emotions that crossed her face as he stroked her were an incredible aphrodisiac to him. He wanted more, he needed all of her. Now. And in that instant, he knew she was his.
She'd been made for him. He stared into her heavy-lidded emerald green eyes as she looked back at him with the unfocused gaze of passion. She was his. And he would claim her. He shoved all the new emotions he was experiencing out of his mind, and instead watched her dazed eyes flicker with desire. He was as surprised by the force of her climax as she seemed to be. But when Mackenzie leaned her forehead against his, he scooped her up with every intention of taking her to his bed.
This time, he would join her.
But fate had other plans; when he placed her against the pillows, someone knocked on the door. Damn! He glanced down at the woman lying naked in his bed, and saw her panic at being caught.
He dressed quickly and growled out, "Aye?"
"Forgive the interruption, my Laird, but ye are needed. Our prisoner has broken and ye need to hear his news." Connor recognized Dougal's voice through the door. Mackenzie had 99
tucked his plaid around herself once again, and hurried to stand behind the door, so when Connor opened it, she wouldn't be seen. Connor opened the door to his captain, but didn't open it fully,
"I'll be right down."
There was a pause before Dougal answered, "Aye me Laird, we'll await yer arrival."
Connor shut the door and turned to Mackenzie. She looked so beautiful with the firelight behind her, catching her curls in its glow. He rather liked seeing her with his plaid wrapped about her shoulders; the expanse of bare leg it afforded him was incredible. It was a shame to leave her. He bent his head to kiss her and his lips tingled from their kiss.
"I must go."
"Oh," Mackenzie looked down at her bare feet, her metallic aqua blue nail polish in "Skinny Jeans" still on from her pedicure with Jenna pre-time travel. Jenna had chosen a muted hot pink called "It's all about me," how typical Jenna.
"But I canna go yet," Connor's voice snapped her head up.
"Oh?" He smiled at the hopeful look on her face.
"Nay, I need..." he trailed off suggestively.
"Yes?" her voice was barely a whisper.
"This." Connor stripped her of his plaid in one smooth movement and began to pleat it around himself.
"Connor!" Mackenzie gasped, futilely covering herself with her hands.
He tried not to laugh at the stricken expression in her eyes. But he quickly turned serious, "Rest, now, you'll need it."
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Her brow creased, "Why, what's happening later?" His abrupt mood change from teasing to somber confused Mackenzie.
"Tonight, you're mine" he breathed it against her parted lips before succumbing to one last, long, lingering kiss. Then he turned to walk out the door, leaving her with his fingers trailing along her cheek.
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The second the door clicked shut, Mackenzie let her breath out in a gust. She hadn't even realized that she'd been holding it. And she leaned against the cool
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