Highland Protector (The Murrays #17)

Highland Protector

“Lass, have ye gone to sleep?”

The hint of amusement in his voice caused her to lift her head and smile at him.

Ilsabeth saw the way his eyes abruptly darkened.

Her body responded to that look with a heat that nearly made her gasp.

Suddenly she understood why some of her married kinswomen would blush when their men looked at them.

They were seeing that look in their men’s eyes.

Simon softly cursed even as he pulled her face closer to his, unable to resist the urge to kiss her, to taste that lush mouth that tempted him every time he looked at it.

When Ilsabeth smiled at him, her eyes all soft and warm, his will crumbled.

All he could think of was how much he wanted her to keep looking at him like that. It was madness.

She was his weakness, he thought with a touch of alarm.

He had spent years hardening himself in heart, body, and mind, yet this small woman with big blue eyes easily cut through his armor with a smile.

Simon knew he ought to run far and fast, but then his lips touched hers, and all his fears were burned away by the heat that flooded his body. ...