eldest, he’d had to be strong for his brothers. Just the type of laird a clan like the MacLeods had needed. It was a tragedy Deirdre had wiped them out.
Thinking of Deirdre made Larena remember why she was in Fallon’s chambers. She turned away and went to stand next to the window. She needed to forget the temptation Fallon’s body posed.
Why? Why not use him? You felt his attraction to you
.
It was true, she did know he was attracted to her. But could she chance being intimate with a man again? Did she dare after what had happened the last time?
Fallon is a Warrior. He doesn’t want to use you
.
Larena considered her conscious. What would it hurt if she gave in to the desire Fallon brought out in her? She would be in control. And just one time, she would know what it felt like to be held by a man like Fallon MacLeod.
SIX
Fallon wasn’t sure what woke him. He’d been deep in a dream of a time before the massacre of his clan. He had brought his mother flowers, as an apology for stealing the bread from the kitchen again.
His mother had always said he knew just how to find forgiveness with any woman. He had laughed, thankful she couldn’t stay angry at him long.
Just as the dream had taken the sinister road toward the death of the clan, he could have sworn he smelled lilies.
Larena
.
Instantly, the dream changed. He held Larena in his arms up against the door. Her beautiful smoky blue eyes were heavy lidded as she looked at him with lips swollen from his kisses. He took her mouth for another kiss, a moan escaping him when she rubbed her hips against his arousal.
By the saints, he wanted her with a desperation that bordered on insanity. He would do anything, say anything, just to claim her as his own.
Then, with a smile she had moved out of his arms and beckoned him with her fingers to follow. Her scent, that amazing lily scent, went with her.
Fallon woke with a longing that made his chest ache. He kept his eyes closed, trying to go back to the dream and follow Larena. He might not be able to have her, but he could in his dreams. In his dreams, they could have everything.
A sound like a soft sigh reached him. Fallon cracked open an eye to find a woman standing by his window, the moonlight spilling around her and making her golden locks shine as they hung down her back.
Larena.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t sure if she was real or if he was dreaming, but it didn’t matter. She was in his chamber.
He watched, mesmerized, as she ran her fingers through her damp hair. Her stunning yellow tresses fell in soft waves over her shoulders and down to her breasts. She took a small strand and began to braid it absentmindedly.
It was then Fallon realized she was deep in thought, her gaze looking out over the land. He let his eyes roam over her, surprised to find her in a thin robe of pink. He could see every curve, every swell of her body through the sheer material.
He’d already been aroused by his dream, but now he was rock hard.
Suddenly her hands paused and her gaze swung to him. His mouth went dry, and he was most thankful that he hadn’t kicked the covers off as he normally did.
She couldn’t be in his chamber. He didn’t have time to dally with a woman, any woman, but especially one that had invaded his dreams. He had a mission to complete, and he would see it done before anything else.
“What are you doing here?” he asked once he realized she wasn’t going to speak.
She licked her lips, drawing his gaze to her plump mouth. “I told you I needed to speak with you.”
“So you did. This makes twice now you’ve come into my chamber. What you have to say must be very important.”
“It is.”
There was a soft waver in her voice. Was she frightened of him? Somehow that didn’t give him the joy it should have. She had shown him such strength in the little time he had observed her. He couldn’t imagine her frightened of anyone.
He sat up and swung his legs over the side
Thinking of Deirdre made Larena remember why she was in Fallon’s chambers. She turned away and went to stand next to the window. She needed to forget the temptation Fallon’s body posed.
Why? Why not use him? You felt his attraction to you
.
It was true, she did know he was attracted to her. But could she chance being intimate with a man again? Did she dare after what had happened the last time?
Fallon is a Warrior. He doesn’t want to use you
.
Larena considered her conscious. What would it hurt if she gave in to the desire Fallon brought out in her? She would be in control. And just one time, she would know what it felt like to be held by a man like Fallon MacLeod.
SIX
Fallon wasn’t sure what woke him. He’d been deep in a dream of a time before the massacre of his clan. He had brought his mother flowers, as an apology for stealing the bread from the kitchen again.
His mother had always said he knew just how to find forgiveness with any woman. He had laughed, thankful she couldn’t stay angry at him long.
Just as the dream had taken the sinister road toward the death of the clan, he could have sworn he smelled lilies.
Larena
.
Instantly, the dream changed. He held Larena in his arms up against the door. Her beautiful smoky blue eyes were heavy lidded as she looked at him with lips swollen from his kisses. He took her mouth for another kiss, a moan escaping him when she rubbed her hips against his arousal.
By the saints, he wanted her with a desperation that bordered on insanity. He would do anything, say anything, just to claim her as his own.
Then, with a smile she had moved out of his arms and beckoned him with her fingers to follow. Her scent, that amazing lily scent, went with her.
Fallon woke with a longing that made his chest ache. He kept his eyes closed, trying to go back to the dream and follow Larena. He might not be able to have her, but he could in his dreams. In his dreams, they could have everything.
A sound like a soft sigh reached him. Fallon cracked open an eye to find a woman standing by his window, the moonlight spilling around her and making her golden locks shine as they hung down her back.
Larena.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t sure if she was real or if he was dreaming, but it didn’t matter. She was in his chamber.
He watched, mesmerized, as she ran her fingers through her damp hair. Her stunning yellow tresses fell in soft waves over her shoulders and down to her breasts. She took a small strand and began to braid it absentmindedly.
It was then Fallon realized she was deep in thought, her gaze looking out over the land. He let his eyes roam over her, surprised to find her in a thin robe of pink. He could see every curve, every swell of her body through the sheer material.
He’d already been aroused by his dream, but now he was rock hard.
Suddenly her hands paused and her gaze swung to him. His mouth went dry, and he was most thankful that he hadn’t kicked the covers off as he normally did.
She couldn’t be in his chamber. He didn’t have time to dally with a woman, any woman, but especially one that had invaded his dreams. He had a mission to complete, and he would see it done before anything else.
“What are you doing here?” he asked once he realized she wasn’t going to speak.
She licked her lips, drawing his gaze to her plump mouth. “I told you I needed to speak with you.”
“So you did. This makes twice now you’ve come into my chamber. What you have to say must be very important.”
“It is.”
There was a soft waver in her voice. Was she frightened of him? Somehow that didn’t give him the joy it should have. She had shown him such strength in the little time he had observed her. He couldn’t imagine her frightened of anyone.
He sat up and swung his legs over the side
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