Highlander's Hope

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Authors: Collette Cameron
filmy fabric, threatened to spill from the scanty chemise covering them. He secured the towel about his waist, then edged onto the bed. Lying on his side, his elbow bent, and one hand supporting his head, he stared at her.
    Magnificent.
    Everything about her enthralled him, from the dark arc of her lashes brushing her cheeks, to her straight, petite nose, and her full lips.
    Ewan’s gaze inched from her face to the rest of her figure. Her skin was flawless, perfection in the shimmering moonlight. Her long neck flowed into sloped shoulders, complimented by plump breasts. A small mole on her left breast peeked from beneath her shift, daring him to touch it. His hand was half-raised before he stopped himself.
    His gaze traveled to her small waist, then to the flaring of her hips, and downward to the tempting length of her thighs. This was a woman whose full curves demanded touching. His hungry eyes lingered for the briefest of moments on the shadowy triangle at the juncture of her legs.
    Never in his seven-and-twenty years had a woman stirred him thus. According to Warrick, she was intelligent, well-educated, and a fine equestrian too. His conscience twinged. He’d still use her to get to Marquardt if he couldn’t find any other means.
    She shifted in her sleep, rolling closer to him, and wedging one of her legs between his thighs. Her arm found its way across his waist. At the intimate contact, he inhaled sharply. She smelled of honeysuckle and jasmine.
    Ewan shoved Marquardt to the recesses of his mind, intent on enjoying this moment. He might not ever have another like it with her. He firmed his lips. He doubted she would allow him to call on her if she had any inkling he’d exploited her connection to Marquardt.
    Lowering himself until his head rested on the same pillow she slept upon, he lay watching her sleep. Scant inches separated their faces. She murmured something unintelligible and scooted closer to him, then nestled her head into the crook of his arm. Her silky head fit perfectly beneath his chin. Wrapping her in his arms, he snuggled her soft body even closer, until she was cocooned within his embrace.
    Closing his eyes, he breathed her in, one hand caressing the gentle curve of her spine. Only a few moments more, then he’d waken her, and learn what brought her to his bed.
    Yvette was surrounded in sensation. Muscled arms held her to a firm, hair-covered chest. She wrapped her arms tighter around the comforting, familiar frame of her dream lover.
    Breathing deeply, her nostrils quivered at his scent. He showered soft kisses on the top of her head, forehead, nose, and, at last, upon her waiting lips. The kiss was as sweet as any long-awaited, keenly anticipated homecoming.
    His tongue licked the corner of her mouth, even as his thumb pressed against the crease, forcing her lips to part. Though she was inexperienced, she recognized the suppressed passion in his kiss. It mirrored hers, which had lain dormant and untouched.
    A large hand feathered across the swell of her breasts rising above her chemise, and nudged the frail material aside. Yvette shifted, arching, then sighing in bliss when his calloused hand closed over her breast.
    She twisted beneath his weight and felt his rigid length pressing against her belly. Reaching between their heated bodies, she wrapped tentative fingers around his expanse.
    He groaned, a deep rumbling echo, and she smiled against his mouth. He lifted his head, and she was held captive by the intensity of his sea-green eyes.

Chapter 6
    Ewan jolted awake. “ Merde .”
    He had fallen asleep with Yvette in his arms. Shooting a worried glance at the window, he recognized the first golden blush of daybreak sweeping across the hazy sky.
    Sucking in a strangled breath, he grasped the inexperienced hand fondling him. Blast it. The towel had come loose while he slept.
    “Yvette,” he whispered as she showered kisses across his bare chest and neck. Grasping her roaming hands, he ensnared

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