She offered him the slightest nod. He almost didn’t see it. He bent his head to hers. His heart accelerated while his breath slowed and deepened. He wanted to kiss her and still the passage of time so that he never had to let her go.
Her lips were warm as he molded his to hers. At the gentle coaxing of his tongue, she parted her lips and took him in.
“Cease!” she commanded, breaking free of his embrace.
When he let her go, he watched her back up.
“What are ye doing to me?”
“Same thing ye’re doin’ to me, ’twould seem.”
“I am wretched,” she lamented.
“Why?” He wanted to promise never to touch her again if it made her feel so terrible.
“Because I liked it.”
Chapter Fifteen
Elspeth watched fromjust beyond the open front doors of Mr. Cameron’s house while he practiced sword fighting with both arms.
From her place beyond the light, her eyes studied his every move, fighting an unseen opponent like a masterful dancer.
What did she think of him? Truly, besides all the colorful words she had used to describe him. She still wished the ground would open up and swallow her when she told him how handsome she thought he was. What kind of man was Logan Cameron? It was a question she’d been thinking about since yesterday when he…thinking of his lips on hers, she brought her fingertips to her lips just as Mr. Cameron turned and set his gaze on her.
And then he stopped to look at her.
She froze when his smile shone on her.
She shook her head to clear it, then watched him as he came closer. Goodness, how the mere sight of the man could dry out her mouth, she would never know.
He was her enemy. Nae. Not anymore. Who kissed their enemy? What was she going to do about it? How was she going to kill him?
She should call him Logan now, shouldn’t she? He had put his tongue into her mouth, after all.
And she had let him.
All she could think of was his closeness yesterday when he leaned down and kissed her. Och, her knees grew weak remembering. First his scent of peat and early morning mist had filled her body. Then the warmth of his sleek body melted the rest of her. By the time his mouth pressed against hers, it was a good thing he held her, or she would have crumbled to the ground in a puddle at his feet.
“Would ye like to go fer a walk with me, Elspeth?”
Och, and the way he called her Elspeth filled with tenderness and the undercurrent of longing.
She shouldn’t be alone with him. It wasn’t safe. “All right.”
He smiled, and her heartbeat felt like an attack on the rest of her body.
He led the way and began to walk when the door to his parents’ house opened and Ealar stepped outside with Helen beside him.
Logan waited for his brother to reach him. His expression darkened with each step closer Ealar took.
It was clear what the two had been doing in the house. Ealar knew his brother would not approve and waited until he was occupied and couldn’t look for them.
Elspeth gave Helen a hard look of her own. It was a rude thing to do to her host, and Elspeth thought Helen fancied Logan. Did she sleep with men for fun? Elspeth didn’t understand it. She was never permitted any male visitors.
“Ealar,” Logan growled when his brother reached him. “Turn around and march yer arse back to the house, take this woman with ye, and clean every linen ye both went near. If ye dinna do it, Father will hear of it.”
Ealar sighed at him and his shoulders slumped. “Brother, it stings that ye would think so little of me to enjoy the pleasures of a woman where my father sleeps with my mother.”
