around her? Her hand stilled on the knife. The behavior he’d showed the few times she’d been in his company had been a total turnoff, regardless of his outer gorgeousness. Yet staying in his house, she’d learned more about Roderick, and asshole was not a name she’d use to describe him. Had he been nervous, and had it manifested itself as the idiocy and immaturity he’d displayed in her presence?
Skye exhaled, picked up the chopped mushrooms, and tossed them in the large, wooden salad bowl. She smiled. Cailin was channel-surfing again. The television fascinated him. It would keep him busy for a while in the next room.
How could she behave as everything was normal? Here she was, standing in this kitchen, preparing a meal, thinking about how she wanted to pin Cailin to the wall and crawl up his long, muscular torso until she impaled herself on his cock. The erotic thoughts flashed through her mind constantly. Last night, lying alone in the spare room, thinking of Cailin and everything she wanted to do to him, she couldn’t stop her hand from rubbing her hardened clit to climax.
Skye shook her head. Get a grip. Admit it here and now. The sword caused some sort of switch between men of the same blood with two centuries and an ocean separating them. The evidence had piled up. Cailin really was from 1814. Maybe she was nuts, but—she believed. They were two separate men and they’d switched places. Not a shred of doubt remained in her mind.
Cailin picked that moment to stride into the kitchen. He slipped his arm around her waist, and he pulled her back against him. He nuzzled her neck and murmured something Gaelic in her ear. His sexy words seared her skin and sent ripples of heat through her entire body. She turned to face him and slipped her arms around his neck.
“Are you all right, Cailin? I know the news about your family upset you.”
He leaned his forehead against hers. “I dinna know why I’m here, or for how long, but while I am, I will try no’ to focus on the past. Mayhap if I return, I can change my family’s fate.”
Her hand stroked his whiskered cheek. She reveled in the rugged roughness.
“And if you’re here permanently? Can you become Roderick, live his life, and adjust to this time?”
He leaned down, and his lips brushed by hers in scorching contact. “Only if you’re with me, lass. With you, I can face anything.”
The air between them snapped and crackled. Was he teasing, or did he mean it about being together? Oh, to drag him to bed . Why did she keep resisting him? The memories of her many one-night stands came to mind. She’d never hesitated before to bed a man she’d found attractive. Why now? She continued to stroke his cheek. Why deny it? Cailin, for all his outward warrior persona, was vulnerable at the moment. Skye didn’t want to use him, simple as that. Reluctantly, she stepped back and smiled.
“I think we can put the steaks on the barbecue. I’ll let you do it. Men like to do this. It’s primal. ‘Light fire, cook meat.’ I’ll show you how.”
Cailin smiled. “Lass, I’ve cooked meat over a flame before. No’ long ago I roasted a brace of coneys when we were scouting.”
“Coneys?”
“Rabbits.”
Skye nodded.
“By all means, woman, show me this barbecue. I may no’ be able to cook much else, but I can do meat.”
God, he was adorable.
Chapter Eight
“ Highlander, Braveheart, Rob Roy ? What is this, lass?” Cailin glanced at her, his handsome face clearly showing his puzzlement.
“Movies. I thought you might enjoy these, seeing they have a Scottish theme.” She pointed to the Highlander DVD box he held. “Parts of that were filmed in Scotland.” She’d explained in detail how these movies were compressed onto the round discs, but he still seemed confused. He stared at the long-haired warrior on the cover.
“There can be only one? One what?”
Skye took the DVD from him and crouched in front of the machine. “Immortal
Skye exhaled, picked up the chopped mushrooms, and tossed them in the large, wooden salad bowl. She smiled. Cailin was channel-surfing again. The television fascinated him. It would keep him busy for a while in the next room.
How could she behave as everything was normal? Here she was, standing in this kitchen, preparing a meal, thinking about how she wanted to pin Cailin to the wall and crawl up his long, muscular torso until she impaled herself on his cock. The erotic thoughts flashed through her mind constantly. Last night, lying alone in the spare room, thinking of Cailin and everything she wanted to do to him, she couldn’t stop her hand from rubbing her hardened clit to climax.
Skye shook her head. Get a grip. Admit it here and now. The sword caused some sort of switch between men of the same blood with two centuries and an ocean separating them. The evidence had piled up. Cailin really was from 1814. Maybe she was nuts, but—she believed. They were two separate men and they’d switched places. Not a shred of doubt remained in her mind.
Cailin picked that moment to stride into the kitchen. He slipped his arm around her waist, and he pulled her back against him. He nuzzled her neck and murmured something Gaelic in her ear. His sexy words seared her skin and sent ripples of heat through her entire body. She turned to face him and slipped her arms around his neck.
“Are you all right, Cailin? I know the news about your family upset you.”
He leaned his forehead against hers. “I dinna know why I’m here, or for how long, but while I am, I will try no’ to focus on the past. Mayhap if I return, I can change my family’s fate.”
Her hand stroked his whiskered cheek. She reveled in the rugged roughness.
“And if you’re here permanently? Can you become Roderick, live his life, and adjust to this time?”
He leaned down, and his lips brushed by hers in scorching contact. “Only if you’re with me, lass. With you, I can face anything.”
The air between them snapped and crackled. Was he teasing, or did he mean it about being together? Oh, to drag him to bed . Why did she keep resisting him? The memories of her many one-night stands came to mind. She’d never hesitated before to bed a man she’d found attractive. Why now? She continued to stroke his cheek. Why deny it? Cailin, for all his outward warrior persona, was vulnerable at the moment. Skye didn’t want to use him, simple as that. Reluctantly, she stepped back and smiled.
“I think we can put the steaks on the barbecue. I’ll let you do it. Men like to do this. It’s primal. ‘Light fire, cook meat.’ I’ll show you how.”
Cailin smiled. “Lass, I’ve cooked meat over a flame before. No’ long ago I roasted a brace of coneys when we were scouting.”
“Coneys?”
“Rabbits.”
Skye nodded.
“By all means, woman, show me this barbecue. I may no’ be able to cook much else, but I can do meat.”
God, he was adorable.
Chapter Eight
“ Highlander, Braveheart, Rob Roy ? What is this, lass?” Cailin glanced at her, his handsome face clearly showing his puzzlement.
“Movies. I thought you might enjoy these, seeing they have a Scottish theme.” She pointed to the Highlander DVD box he held. “Parts of that were filmed in Scotland.” She’d explained in detail how these movies were compressed onto the round discs, but he still seemed confused. He stared at the long-haired warrior on the cover.
“There can be only one? One what?”
Skye took the DVD from him and crouched in front of the machine. “Immortal
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