Page 84 of The Laird’s Sinful Secret

His hips jerked once, twice, and then he followed her over the edge, his face buried in her shoulder, his arms trembling with the force of his release.

They remained there, both breathing hard, their hearts pounding against each other’s chests.

When her mind finally cleared, she found him watching her, a strange expression on his face.

“What?”

“Naething.”

“Dinnae look at me like that. What are ye thinking?”

“That ye’re magnificent.” He kissed her cheek. “And that I want tae stay inside ye ferever.”

The admission made her heart flutter. She kissed him, the movement slow, her tongue tangling with his.

He smiled against her lips. “Ye ken, lass, the next time we dae this, I’d like a bed. Something tae lay ye down and spread yer legs wide so I can take me time.”

Before Moyra could respond, urgent footsteps approached the door. A frantic knock followed.

“Me laird!” A guard called through the wood. “We have a problem!”

Euan froze. The urgency in his man’s voice sent ice spilling down Moyra’s spine.

Euan pulled away, and Moyra had to fight the urge to pull him back, to hide against his chest and pretend the world outside didn’t exist.

But that wasn’t her choice to make.

They took a second to cover themselves. Moyra tugged her skirts down, smoothing her hair and hoping her dishevelment wasn’t obvious.

“Enter,” Euan called.

The guard entered the room, closely followed by Niall who had also just heard the news. His gaze swept the scene, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of their rumpled clothing. Then he blinked and returned his attention to Euan.

“Me laird. MacKenzie ships are approaching our shores!” The guard exclaimed and then ran back to his post.