Highland Guardian by Melissa Mayhue

Author:Melissa Mayhue
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Books

Seventeen

She was trapped, unable to move.

Sarah came awake with a jerk. After her last forty-eight hours, she fully expected the worst when she opened her eyes.

What she found was about as far from the worst as she could possibly imagine.

Ian’s face was only inches from hers, his lips parted slightly in sleep. His darkly shadowed cheeks, so freshly shaved last night, seemed to call out for her touch. When she tried to lift her hand to give in to that touch, she smiled, recognizing what had caused her to dream of being trapped.

One large muscled arm and an equally muscled leg draped across the bedding covering her body. She hadn’t just dreamed of being trapped—she was! But it was by the most pleasant of bindings.

Unable to do anything else, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his body wrapped around hers. She inhaled deeply, allowing his clean masculine aroma to fill her senses. After years of trying to avoid touching others, for the first time she could remember her mind cried out at her current inability to touch, at this unaccustomed lack of sensory input. She wanted to free her hands from the blankets that bound her, to run them over his skin, to know what he felt. To feel what he felt.

She opened her eyes and found him watching her, a little smile playing around his attractive mouth.

“Good morning.” She waited for him to respond, but he said nothing.

His smile grew, lighting his eyes until, at last, he lowered his lips to hers, claiming them.

“Yer a fair bonny sight for a man to wake up to.”

Her heart pounded and she tried to calm herself enough to answer.

“You aren’t so bad yourself.” It was intended to be light and playful, but it sounded much too breathless for that. Blame it on her heart, beating much too fast. Surely he could feel it pounding, even through the pile of blankets pinning her beneath him.

He silently watched her eyes for a long moment, then kissed the tip of her nose and rolled off of her and out of bed.

“Climb out of there and get yerself going. By the time you make it out of the shower, I’ll have a lovely pot of coffee waiting downstairs.” With that, he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Good Lord. First he melts her insides and turns her legs to jelly, then he expects her to get up and shower.

Oh well. At least coffee would be waiting for her downstairs.

Coffee and Ian.

How could it get any better than that?

* * *

Ian stared at the stream of dark liquid flowing into the glass carafe, but his mind wasn’t focused on the little machine or even on the fragrant brew it created for him. His thoughts had traveled upstairs, hovering outside the steamy little room from which the sounds of running water issued.

When had he become so indecisive, so reluctant to lay claim to what he felt was his?

Rolling off Sarah, leaving her bed this morning

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