Laird of Her Heart (Dundragon Time Travel Trilogy Book 1) by Sabrina York Read Free Book Online Page B

actually experienced it before.
    She really wanted to go pummel something right now…
    “Here.” Dominic thrust something beneath her nose. A tumbler of amber liquid.
    “What is it?”
    “Whisky.”
    She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t drink.”
    “Drink it. You’ve had a shock.”
    “So I should do shots?”
    His brow rumpled. He dropped into the chair next to her and shook his head. “I doona understand most of the things you say, Maggie Spencer.”
    She shrugged and took the drink. “That’s okay. It’s mostly sarcasm.”
    He nodded. “Like that. There. No idea what it means.”
    “Trust me. It’s pithy and clever.”
    “You are clever.” His gaze was far too warm. “You saved us both today.”
    “ You saved us,” she said, patting his hand, because a man liked to feel manly. And he had fought well. It was cute how he flushed.
    “Where did you learn to fight like that?”
    She took a sip of the drink and liked the warm burn in her throat, so she took another. “Gym class.”
    He nodded, though it was clear, once again, that he didn’t understand. But then, how could he? They were worlds apart.
    “What did you mean when you said wolves have been extinct in Scotland?”
    She choked on her drink. It took a moment to wheeze it out. He waited. “I…you… You misheard me.” Lame. So lame.
    “I dinna. And we both know it. Why do you no’ want to tell me what you meant?”
    Well hell. Maybe it was the wounded expression on his face, or the whisky or the aftereffects of their encounter with the gaping maw of death, but she just lost all her reserve. It whistled out of her like a deflating balloon. “I don’t want to tell you, because if I do, you won’t believe me.”
    “Why do you think I willna believe you?”
    “Because it’s a crazy story. And you already don’t trust me. Besides, I don’t quite believe it myself.”
    “But…”
    She set her fingers on his lips. “Please, Dominic. Don’t ask.”
    He stared at her, his gaze intent. The muscle in his cheek worked. And then he nodded. “All right.” He spoke against her fingers, practically a kiss. “I willna ask. But one day you’ll tell me, Maggie.” She tried not to grin at the intimation there might be a one day .
    And then she did grin, because he leaned in and kissed her.
    And her wrists were not tied.
    And there was no one to interrupt them.
    And her passion was high.
    And so, apparently, was his.
     
    * * *
     
    He couldn’t resist, even if he’d wanted to.
    She was far too alluring. Beautiful, brave, smart and fierce. And he’d been aching for her since last night. Since he’d tasted her. He deepened the kiss and a flicker of excitement whipped through his gut when she responded in kind. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and was not afraid to take it. He liked that about her. Liked it very much. Especially when she threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged, just a little. The gesture made clear her hunger was as raw as his, as undeniable. As feral.
    When her tongue dabbed at his lips, pressed in, his head went light. His blood surged. His cock swelled. He launched to his feet, pulling her with him. He intended it to be a gentle move, but it was not. It was harsh and hungry, but she didn’t seem to mind. She murmured something against his lips, something that might have been Yes .
    He whipped her into his arms and carried her over to the pallet on the floor. He was certain she could have walked the short distance, but he was far too anxious. He didn’t stop kissing her as he laid her down, but then, she didn’t let him. Her hands were busy, tugging at his tunic, as he worked the infernal buttons of hers.
    In the end, they got in each other’s way and had to undress themselves.
    With quick, short, desperate moves, he yanked off his tunic and breeks. It took her a bit longer to divest herself of her clothing, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed the show.
    When the band encasing her breasts dropped away, he