the look on Duncan’s face when she mentioned it earlier, she knew this wasn’t the right time to pursue the topic.
Boisterous laughter echoed through the valley. Her thoughts distracted, she hadn’t noticed the Highlanders had strayed from the fire. Once again, Duncan was helping Colin practice with the bow and arrows like nothing had ever happened. She wished she had her pencils and sketchbook.
The crackling fire was cozy and warm. Colin had given her his sheepskin vest to wear over her own camisole, now tucked beneath the borrowed nightshirt, along with a pair of britches or breeks as he called them, to replace her torn capris. Surprisingly, she found them quite comfortable. Keara jerked, catching her head bobbing and her chin hitting her chest.
Glancing up in time to find the two guys peeling off their skirts, she straightened and watched the pair fling their clothes to the ground. She couldn’t help but take notice of the long, solid organ dangling in front of Duncan’s muscular physic and trusted no woman was ever left disappointed by its use. I can’t even imagine how big that thing must be when he gets an erection.
She couldn’t help herself. Like a foolish young teenager, a giggle escaped her lips. She hurried and put her head down before Duncan caught her staring at him. Or worse, before she got herself worked up and needed a cold shower. By the Goddess, I’d probably faint from sheer bliss if someone like him ever made love to me.
Intense warmth surged between her thighs. The strange feeling that’d flooded her bloodstream when Duncan touched her earlier raced through her veins. Her body and emotions flared like a torch being lit each time he came in close proximity. These wanton cravings were not like her. She welcomed the cool breeze caress her flushed face. Now wide-awake, her attention focused on the rambunctious pair before her.
To her surprise they ran down the steep bank. Sounds of water splashed as their bodies hit the sea. Shocked they’d even consider going back near the water after what happened earlier, she raked her fingers through her hair. Duncan and Colin reminded her of two mischievous boys going skinny dipping on a hot summer day.
Left alone with her thoughts, she realized the Highlanders were just as bewildered with her as she was with them. Besides, it wasn’t their fault she was stranded. For now, she needed to try to stay calm and find a way home.
That’s definitely not going to be easy. She was just grateful for Duncan and Colin’s companionship in this strange land she knew nothing about.
Samson nuzzled his face against her chest and purred.
“This certainly has been one heck of a week, boy. Not only did I lose my fiancé and almost get killed hanging upside-down off a cliff, but I seem to have gotten us lost in some kind of fantasyland. Come first thing tomorrow, we need to concentrate on getting to a motel.” She sighed, feeling quite helpless. Her fingers scratched behind his ears. “At least you seem content here.”
“Miss Keara. I b-brought something back fer ye.”
She jumped.
Colin stood before her, clenching something inside his hand. He relaxed his fingers and an exquisite white pearl rolled from his palm and into her open hands.
“Oh, Colin, thank you! It’s gorgeous.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed. His kind gesture brought tears to her eyes. The iridescent shimmer of the pearl reminded her of something, something she couldn’t quite remember. A piercing pain stabbed her forehead. She laid the gift in her lap and gripped the side of her face, her fingers rubbing her temples.
“Did I do something wrong?” Colin’s worried gaze swept from her face to the pearl.
“No, Colin, I’m fine, really. I’m honored by your thoughtfulness, and I’ll treasure your present always.” She bit her lip, fighting to hide the terrible pain racking her head. Her fingers trembled wrapping the delicate pearl inside his mother’s small handkerchief. She
Boisterous laughter echoed through the valley. Her thoughts distracted, she hadn’t noticed the Highlanders had strayed from the fire. Once again, Duncan was helping Colin practice with the bow and arrows like nothing had ever happened. She wished she had her pencils and sketchbook.
The crackling fire was cozy and warm. Colin had given her his sheepskin vest to wear over her own camisole, now tucked beneath the borrowed nightshirt, along with a pair of britches or breeks as he called them, to replace her torn capris. Surprisingly, she found them quite comfortable. Keara jerked, catching her head bobbing and her chin hitting her chest.
Glancing up in time to find the two guys peeling off their skirts, she straightened and watched the pair fling their clothes to the ground. She couldn’t help but take notice of the long, solid organ dangling in front of Duncan’s muscular physic and trusted no woman was ever left disappointed by its use. I can’t even imagine how big that thing must be when he gets an erection.
She couldn’t help herself. Like a foolish young teenager, a giggle escaped her lips. She hurried and put her head down before Duncan caught her staring at him. Or worse, before she got herself worked up and needed a cold shower. By the Goddess, I’d probably faint from sheer bliss if someone like him ever made love to me.
Intense warmth surged between her thighs. The strange feeling that’d flooded her bloodstream when Duncan touched her earlier raced through her veins. Her body and emotions flared like a torch being lit each time he came in close proximity. These wanton cravings were not like her. She welcomed the cool breeze caress her flushed face. Now wide-awake, her attention focused on the rambunctious pair before her.
To her surprise they ran down the steep bank. Sounds of water splashed as their bodies hit the sea. Shocked they’d even consider going back near the water after what happened earlier, she raked her fingers through her hair. Duncan and Colin reminded her of two mischievous boys going skinny dipping on a hot summer day.
Left alone with her thoughts, she realized the Highlanders were just as bewildered with her as she was with them. Besides, it wasn’t their fault she was stranded. For now, she needed to try to stay calm and find a way home.
That’s definitely not going to be easy. She was just grateful for Duncan and Colin’s companionship in this strange land she knew nothing about.
Samson nuzzled his face against her chest and purred.
“This certainly has been one heck of a week, boy. Not only did I lose my fiancé and almost get killed hanging upside-down off a cliff, but I seem to have gotten us lost in some kind of fantasyland. Come first thing tomorrow, we need to concentrate on getting to a motel.” She sighed, feeling quite helpless. Her fingers scratched behind his ears. “At least you seem content here.”
“Miss Keara. I b-brought something back fer ye.”
She jumped.
Colin stood before her, clenching something inside his hand. He relaxed his fingers and an exquisite white pearl rolled from his palm and into her open hands.
“Oh, Colin, thank you! It’s gorgeous.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed. His kind gesture brought tears to her eyes. The iridescent shimmer of the pearl reminded her of something, something she couldn’t quite remember. A piercing pain stabbed her forehead. She laid the gift in her lap and gripped the side of her face, her fingers rubbing her temples.
“Did I do something wrong?” Colin’s worried gaze swept from her face to the pearl.
“No, Colin, I’m fine, really. I’m honored by your thoughtfulness, and I’ll treasure your present always.” She bit her lip, fighting to hide the terrible pain racking her head. Her fingers trembled wrapping the delicate pearl inside his mother’s small handkerchief. She
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