Fires of a Keltic Moon

Excerpt

The heat flared in Iain's face as though he had been outside too long after a dim, sunless winter. He could not lift his eyes past the hand that looked so small, yet fit so perfectly in his. Was it possible she trembled at his touch?

The need to feel his lips against her honey-gold skin drew his head lower. At the same time, his hand lifted until her fingers were a mere inch from his mouth. He tasted her name before touching her skin. “Lara.”

The back of her hand was warm, the gentle kiss the barest brush of his lips against her. Reluctance pushed her whispered name past his lips again before he pulled back. “I beg pardon, m'lady.”

Soft and breathless she asked, “For what?”

“I took liberty 'twas no' mine to take.”

Lara eased her hand from his and rested it against his cheek. He barely felt the touch of her fingers as she guided his face toward her. The violet swirl of her eyes swallowed him. “What liberty?”

“To kiss ye so.” To desire ye so. “Ye belong to another.”

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