Stealing Sophie by Sarah Gabriel

Author:Sarah Gabriel
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Highland
Published: 2007-04-09T06:27:49+00:00

Chapter 16

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Parting the heavy drapes to peer out the window, Sophie saw only darkness and mist swathing the view. She yawned, telling herself that it was past time to get back into bed. She had been asleep for a while, but something had woken her—not ghostly music this time, but something else, an uneasy sense, as if somehow the fabric of her world had changed.

She wondered if something had happened, wondered where Connor was, for he had not yet returned.

Startled, she jumped a little as the door opened behind her. Whirling, she turned to see him standing there, just when she had been thinking of him—but he was never far from her thoughts.

“Oh, Mr. MacPherson!” she said softly, hiding her relief. She wrapped her arms around herself, shuddering with cold. She wore only her thin chemise 191

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with a plaid draped over her shoulders, her feet bare.

The room was chilly, particularly by the window.

“Keep the drapes closed, lass,” he said sternly, coming toward her. “You might be seen. And it’s freezing in here. You’re shivering. Get into bed, then.” He touched her shoulder.

He stood so close, smelled so good, like pine and winds, like strength and freedom. Sophie tilted her head, felt his breath soft upon her cheek.

“I did not expect to see you tonight,” she said.

“But I wanted to see you,” he answered. “I just . . .

wanted to see you.” His grip tightened on her shoulder and he leaned down.

She drew her brows together. “What is it?” But her heart quickened.

“Sophie, I . . .” He leaned closer still, lifted a hand to brush his fingertips softly over her cheek.

Then he was kissing her, quick and fierce and with such richness that she gasped in surprise. Leaning into his embrace, she slipped her arms around him.

The kiss renewed itself, one following another. Sophie felt her heart slamming now, felt herself turn to warm honey in his arms.

Drawing back suddenly, he slid his hand from her shoulder to the small of her back, where her hips snugged against his. With only chemise and plaid between them, she could feel how quickly, how surely, he wanted her.

But he let go and stepped back. “Lie down, lass.”

He turned her toward the bed.

She blinked up at him, startled, felt as if she was emerging from fog—his kiss had that much power.

But when she realized what he was telling her, how cold his order was, she found her wits.

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“I will not be taken advantage of, just because I—

because . . .” Breath heaving, she stopped, glaring at him.

He frowned. “What?”

“Because I cannot seem to resist whenever you touch me,” she whispered. “But that does not mean that you should take—”

“Tcha, ” he said, a sound of weary disgust. “You must be tired. It’s late. And I told you to get in the bed because you are shivering from the chill.” He lifted his hands as if to show her that he would not touch her.

Mortified by her impulsive, vulnerable statement moments earlier, she did not answer.

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