His Woman (MacGruders) by Cosby Diana

Author:Cosby, Diana [Cosby, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Published: 2008-10-25T04:00:00+00:00

“Isabel?”

At Duncan’s soft whisper, Isabel slowly raised her lids. Duncan sat beside her on the bed, his face strained with worry and his gaze intent. Warmth touched her. As she had tended him, it seemed that he offered her the same. But with his mind caught up in thoughts of her betrayal, he would not be liking the comparison.

“I fell asleep, how?” she asked, surprised after her near abduction by Frasyer’s men, she could have. Then she understood. “The tea brought to me after we arrived at the tower chamber?”

“Aye. After your attempted abduction, you needed to rest. I asked the healer to brew the tea with something that would relax you.” On a tender smile, he drew her hand into his and laced his fingers through hers. “How do you feel?”

Groggy, too aware of him, and her defenses dangerously weak. “I need to be out of bed.” And away from him. Tucked within the comfort of the bed and lulled by herbs designed to soothe her, it would be easy to give in to the desire-filled fantasies pouring through her mind. She set her hands at each side of the featherbed and started to push herself up.

Duncan helped her sit, but he didn’t release her or move away.

With their faces but inches apart, she tried not to focus on his closeness, or how he watched her with a longing that made her heart ache. How she’d prayed for him to look at her so. Now, with the moment here, she could accept nothing. With his worry for her, she doubted he realized he’d revealed the depth of his concern for her.

Regret swept Isabel. She withdrew her hand. “My thanks.”

Silence fell between them. The stillness seemed to invite truths—truths she could never give. She closed her eyes, inhaled, savored the soft smell of lavender, the hint of smoke from the fire, and his very male presence.

The last thing she wanted to invite was intimacy, but it surrounded her, entangled with too many emotions she dared not identify.

With a sigh, she looked through the crafted glass. Through the window, a wash of purples infused with gold streamed across the darkening sky. “It is sunset. I have missed the day.”

“You needed to sleep.”

“And I have.” Isabel shifted from the bed to stand. Her gown, rumpled from her hours of rest, clung to her. Heat stroked her cheeks as she caught Duncan’s eyes lingering upon her shear gown, the swells of her breasts under the delicate fabric. Beneath his heated gaze, warmth slid through her, and her nipples hardened.

He stood.

Nerves danced upon her skin like faerie’s wings. “I…I need to be alone.” Her request fell out in a rough whisper, one filled with the longing she fought to shield. She turned away, the shudders coursing over her body having nothing to do with the icy winds outside.

He stepped closer.

“Duncan?”

“Aye?”

His breath feathered over her neck with forbidden softness. He could not stay. “You should leave.”

“Should I?” He touched her shoulder; she stiffened. With aching

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