The Warrior Laird by MARGO MAGUIRE

Author:MARGO MAGUIRE [MAGUIRE, MARGO]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Highland
Published: 2012-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

“Where are we now?” Maura asked. “I mean here, on the map.”

Dugan held his breath. She was kneeling far too close to his widely spread legs. She was so intent upon the map, she did not even seem to notice how insufficiently clad she was.

But Dugan noticed. He took in the delicate line of her collarbones and the fullness of her breasts beneath them. They were so thinly covered, he could see their dusky peaks, and how they had pebbled in the cool air of the room.

“Here, I think,” he said, somehow managing not to sound like a strangled toad. He pointed to a space west and a short stretch north of Fort William. “I believe Caillich Castle lies here in this clearing.”

“I see. And this?” She touched the map, and a shiver of need shot down his spine and centered between his legs.

He pulled them together in self-defense. “Most likely Loch Cluanie.”

He identified numerous other locations on the map, including Loch Camerochlan. Maura eventually asked him to point out Braemore, and Dugan indicated an area near the southwest corner of a loch just off the western coast. ’Twas the place he’d called home for twenty-five years, and he was not about to lose it now. “Here, on the banks of Loch Maree.”

She touched the spot, then drew her finger south. “What about this loch? What is it called?”

“Aveboyne.” He stood abruptly, anxious to put some space between them. “Why don’t you return to bed, Maura. ’Tis cold in the room—”

“No colder than it was last night when we slept in the open.” She came to her feet and stood close, her arms at her sides. Her hair was stunning, curling wildly about her face and down her back. Her eyes were soft and sleepy.

He could easily lift her off her feet and carry her to the bed and—

No. There was too much at stake. He could not bed the woman—she did not even know how seductive she was. Her actions were not an invitation, and he had never taken a woman who’d not been clear about her intentions.

Ach, but those breasts. Those bare, vulnerable feet. He clenched his teeth and prayed for fortitude.

“Dugan . . .” Her voice was pure seduction. And when she stood just inches from him, twirling a lock of her hair ’round her finger, he knew he was lost.

“Aye, Maura,” he breathed. His hands itched to touch her, to pull her to him and feel those breasts against his chest. Gesu, what he wanted was to feel them in his hands. He shuddered with the intensity of his arousal.

She reached up and touched his jaw. “Am I just a burden to you?”

“Maura.” He slipped one hand about her waist and drew her closer. “No, lass, you are not a burden.”

“But a means to an end.” She looked so sorrowful, Dugan felt shamed. How could he give her to Kildary?

He tipped his head downward, and her exquisite feminine scent surrounded him. He pulled her fully against him and reveled in the soft hills and valleys of her body.

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