never been so cold,” she whispered.
“You’re freezing,” he said. “The quilt isn’t enough to warm you lass.”
She shivered, her teeth chattering. “Wh…wh…what are you doing?”
“You need body heat before you freeze to death.”
“Body heat?”
“Aye,” he said.
Her eyes widened as h e slid off his breeches, revealing his tree-sized thighs and hard calves and his manhood.
“No, don ’t hurt me.” He had been so gentle and now he would rape her.
“You’ ve nothing to fear from me, lass,” he said. “My only goal is to keep you warm. Body heat warms you faster than anything else.”
She had never seen a man nude, not even her father. Propriety reigned in the Knight household. Staring at his beautiful body, she frowned. Sinful. Delectable. Tempting.
“Please do n’t tell my father,” she murmured.
He frowned. “Tell him what?”
“That I saw a naked man. He will be angry.” She put her hand on her forehead. “He’ll beat me.”
“Like bloody hell, he will,” he growled.
Why was he angry again? Her jumbled thoughts tried to piece together what she had done.
He slid next to her. His strong arms wrapped around her and pressed her against his chest, crushing her. She molded to him. He rubbed her back, warming her and the cold lessened. Chills rolled over her, but she didn’t feel cold anymore. Next to Kane, she felt safe and warm and cherished. “Don’t leave me,” she murmured.
“I won’t lass,” he said. “Sleep, Hannah.”
She placed her hands on his chest and spread her fingers. His muscles rippled beneath her touch. She shivered, inhaling his masculine scent, and sighed and snuggled deeper. Her lips brushed his skin and she tasted salt.
He groaned and stiffened. “You’re killing me, lass. Lay still.” His arms cradled her closer to him.
She didn ’t understand why his voice was strained. “I promise I won’t move,” she murmured. “As long as you stay here.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Sleep.”
“My head hurts along with every muscle.”
“I know.” Kane kissed the top of her head.
Her eyelids grew heavy. Before she fell into a deep sleep, she tilted her head, her lips capturing his, surprisingly soft ones. He tasted heavenly, salty, spicy. She wanted to taste more of him, but didn’t know what to do. She moaned as she nibbled on his lips, sweet oblivion, taking her away to dreams of Kane making her love to her…
Hannah’s eyes fluttered open. Her muddled mind had difficulty maneuvering through the fog of misery thumping in the back of her head. The right side of her face throbbed. She tried not to move. Every muscle was sore. What happened last night?
She lay in a soft feather bed, naked. Her heart sped up. How did she get this way? Images tried to take shape in her mind, but melted away as soon as they formed. She remembered kissing someone, the taste of salt and spice. The kiss had been tender, sensual, lustful but brief, way too brief. She had wanted more. Delve deeper into the recesses of his mouth. She frowned. Had she seen a splendid nude Greek God? Not a god. Kane. It had been Kane’s lips. But that had been a dream.
When had she started thinking of him as Kane rather than the captain?
Over her head, sunlight beamed from a round window down onto a wooden desk covered with scattered papers, an inkwell, a metal clock, and a six inch upright jade Celtic cross. She frowned.
Someone moved next to her and a sculpted arm clasped her waist tighter, securing her against a hard wall of muscle. Soft breath caressed her neck. She froze. Mother of Mercy.
She slowly turned her head. Her eyes widened and she gasped. What had she done? Lordly, the kiss, the naked man, it had all been real.
Kane stared at her, enthralling her with his stormy green eyes. He lifted an eyebrow. “You always come outside during a squall?”
Mother of God, she was destined for hell. She slapped his arm. “Release me!” With each slap, her hand bounced
“You’re freezing,” he said. “The quilt isn’t enough to warm you lass.”
She shivered, her teeth chattering. “Wh…wh…what are you doing?”
“You need body heat before you freeze to death.”
“Body heat?”
“Aye,” he said.
Her eyes widened as h e slid off his breeches, revealing his tree-sized thighs and hard calves and his manhood.
“No, don ’t hurt me.” He had been so gentle and now he would rape her.
“You’ ve nothing to fear from me, lass,” he said. “My only goal is to keep you warm. Body heat warms you faster than anything else.”
She had never seen a man nude, not even her father. Propriety reigned in the Knight household. Staring at his beautiful body, she frowned. Sinful. Delectable. Tempting.
“Please do n’t tell my father,” she murmured.
He frowned. “Tell him what?”
“That I saw a naked man. He will be angry.” She put her hand on her forehead. “He’ll beat me.”
“Like bloody hell, he will,” he growled.
Why was he angry again? Her jumbled thoughts tried to piece together what she had done.
He slid next to her. His strong arms wrapped around her and pressed her against his chest, crushing her. She molded to him. He rubbed her back, warming her and the cold lessened. Chills rolled over her, but she didn’t feel cold anymore. Next to Kane, she felt safe and warm and cherished. “Don’t leave me,” she murmured.
“I won’t lass,” he said. “Sleep, Hannah.”
She placed her hands on his chest and spread her fingers. His muscles rippled beneath her touch. She shivered, inhaling his masculine scent, and sighed and snuggled deeper. Her lips brushed his skin and she tasted salt.
He groaned and stiffened. “You’re killing me, lass. Lay still.” His arms cradled her closer to him.
She didn ’t understand why his voice was strained. “I promise I won’t move,” she murmured. “As long as you stay here.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Sleep.”
“My head hurts along with every muscle.”
“I know.” Kane kissed the top of her head.
Her eyelids grew heavy. Before she fell into a deep sleep, she tilted her head, her lips capturing his, surprisingly soft ones. He tasted heavenly, salty, spicy. She wanted to taste more of him, but didn’t know what to do. She moaned as she nibbled on his lips, sweet oblivion, taking her away to dreams of Kane making her love to her…
Hannah’s eyes fluttered open. Her muddled mind had difficulty maneuvering through the fog of misery thumping in the back of her head. The right side of her face throbbed. She tried not to move. Every muscle was sore. What happened last night?
She lay in a soft feather bed, naked. Her heart sped up. How did she get this way? Images tried to take shape in her mind, but melted away as soon as they formed. She remembered kissing someone, the taste of salt and spice. The kiss had been tender, sensual, lustful but brief, way too brief. She had wanted more. Delve deeper into the recesses of his mouth. She frowned. Had she seen a splendid nude Greek God? Not a god. Kane. It had been Kane’s lips. But that had been a dream.
When had she started thinking of him as Kane rather than the captain?
Over her head, sunlight beamed from a round window down onto a wooden desk covered with scattered papers, an inkwell, a metal clock, and a six inch upright jade Celtic cross. She frowned.
Someone moved next to her and a sculpted arm clasped her waist tighter, securing her against a hard wall of muscle. Soft breath caressed her neck. She froze. Mother of Mercy.
She slowly turned her head. Her eyes widened and she gasped. What had she done? Lordly, the kiss, the naked man, it had all been real.
Kane stared at her, enthralling her with his stormy green eyes. He lifted an eyebrow. “You always come outside during a squall?”
Mother of God, she was destined for hell. She slapped his arm. “Release me!” With each slap, her hand bounced
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