Loving The Highlander by Janet Chapman

Author:Janet Chapman [Chapman, Janet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-04-10T04:00:00+00:00

He was planning a lecture, most likely.

Sadie lay in the warmth of Morgan’s embrace and stared up at the ceiling of her tent, most of which Morgan MacKeage was filling.

It was quite nice, she decided, to wake up and find herself snuggled securely against a sleeping bear.

It was also a bit disconcerting.

The guy was completely naked.

It seemed she’d fallen in love with an exhibitionist. She’d probably seen Morgan naked more often than dressed.

She was just the opposite, wanting to keep herself covered up to the chin.

Hence the upcoming lecture.

She expected Morgan was planning to scold her for acting so insanely modest, even to the point of foolishness. She knew he had been worried last night that she’d been wet and cold.

So she’d shut up, let him carry her back to camp—that had been an experience in itself—

and then she had washed, dressed in layers of dry clothes, and crawled into bed. She had even remained silent when Morgan had crawled into the tent and settled beside her.

Now she was staring at the dawn-lighted ceiling, wondering how she was going to extricate herself from both his embrace and the mess she’d made of their flaming affair.

But first there was the matter of her body sock. It was lost in the forest someplace, muddy and wet, along with her bra. She had other bras with her, but that was her only camisole, and she wanted it back.

Holding her breath, Sadie carefully lifted Morgan’s arm off her waist and gently set it beside her. With painstaking care, she pulled the zipper on her sleeping bag down, cringing at every metallic click it made. She moved first one leg and then the other one free of the bag and silently rolled to her knees and backed her way to the door.

She stopped, though, caught by what she was seeing. The man was lying on his stomach, completely naked. His entire body was tanned, sprinkled with a downy coat of sun-bleached hair. There was a wicked-looking scar just above his right buttock, crossing his waist in a six-inch raised welt of light-colored skin. And another one on his right shoulder, not as long but obviously just as old.

His feet were dirty, thick-skinned with calluses. He apparently didn’t wear boots any more often than he wore clothes. And at his side, almost as tall as he was, lay his sword.

Sadie stifled a snort. Why wasn’t she surprised he slept with the thing?

She continued her study.

His hand rested relaxed on the spot where she’d been lying. It was a large hand, strong-looking, blunt. His huge body took up most of the tent, his feet touching the door and his head all but touching the end. He had to be nearly six and a half feet tall.

Beautiful. Magnificent. Completely naked but for the leather cord he always wore around his neck.

Sadie shook off her lusty thoughts, turned, and slid down the tent zipper just enough to crawl through. She continued to crawl all the way to the now smoldering fire Morgan had rekindled last night.

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