Sword of the Highlands (Highlands #2)

A Dream Come to Life

“Oh!” A man’s voice rasped beneath her.

The hard thud of her landing jarred Magda’s senses back to her.

She was kneeling astride a man in bed. His chest was warm beneath her flattened palms. A light dusting of hair bristled softly through the thin flannel of his nightshirt.

Shadows flickered in the dim candlelight, exaggerating the intensity of his black-eyed gaze.

“You?” Shock choked her voice into a squeak.

“Aye.” His voice was groggy with sleep, but the rest of his body seemed to be rousing to wakefulness beneath the covers. “Me indeed.”

James shook the bed-mussed hair out of his face and broke into a devilish smile as his eyes devoured the length of her. "But do tell, love, who are you? ”

His hands glided up Magda’s legs, disappearing easily under the folds of her dress, thumbs roving to stroke the insides of her thighs.

She studied his face. Just like the portrait. It had obsessed her, hadn’t it? No wonder her unconscious mind would summon a vision of this very man.

“Still here, love?” James prompted, giving her thighs a quick squeeze.

Jerking her hands from his chest, Magda sat bolt upright and stared down at him.

He studied her, his eyes bright in the darkness.

The slight tremble of his lips betrayed his puzzled amusement.

Despite continuing to stroke her legs with his thumbs, he seemed to be waiting for Magda to make the next move.

“I know who you are,” she blurted out.

His smile flared to life. “But of course, love.” He winked. “All the lasses do, don’t they?”