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have two
coats, and you none?”
    Hugh paused in the act of
undressing, and looked at her with exasperation.   “I am several times your size, ma’am, and can
weather the cold much better than you can.”
    Sally compressed her lips.   The act stopped her teeth from chattering,
but was motivated by frustration.   If one
more person thinks they know better than I do what is good for me, I just might
scream, she thought to herself.   Aloud
she said, “I believe I will not die from being a little cold, sir.”
      “Don’t be a little fool ,”
he responded impatiently.
      A crack of thunder almost obscured his words,
and as another gust of frigid wind assaulted them, Hugh took her hand and
pulled her further into the little cave.
    She wrenched her hand free, and turned
slowly to face him.   Sparks darted from her blue eyes, which had narrowed
alarmingly.   “A fool?”   she repeated in the
purring voice that her brothers had learned from experience to fear.
    Hugh met her eyes, thinking how enchanting
she looked when she was enraged.   He
threw up his hands, laughing.   “My
apologies,” he acknowledged.   “That was
most ungentlemanly.”
    Sally nodded her head regally, but
the effect was spoiled as she shivered convulsively in the wintry air.
    “Come,” the Earl coaxed.   He opened up his jacket, and pressing his
chest to Sally’s front, wrapped the coat around her shoulders as far as it
would reach.   “This is a little unorthodox,
but I can’t just stand here and watch you turn into an icicle.”
    Sally stiffened, but the heavenly
warmth emanating from the soft, linen shirt Hugh McLeod wore under his jacket
was too delicious to resist.   Snaking her
arms under his jacket, she wound them around his waist to clasp her hands
behind him, resting her cheek on his chest.   Still shuddering with cold, she nestled into the warm body, a heavy sigh
escaping her lips.   Hugh’s arms held her
tightly, and as his warmth seeped into her, the shivering slowly stopped.
    Overhead the thunder continued to
boom, but seemed to be getting farther away.   Sally knew she should move away, but felt an incapacitating reluctance
to move.   She became aware that Hugh McLeod’s
hands were slowly caressing her back, and that the chest underneath her cheek
was moving up and down a bit faster.   Her
mouth felt oddly dry, and her own heart rate seemed to be picking up a bit as
she leaned back and her eyes locked with a pair of molten brown ones.  
    “You are so beautiful,” Hugh
murmured, as he lowered his head slowly and Sally raised hers to meet his
searching mouth.   Hugh’s lips pressed
hers apart, and when his tongue touched hers, Sally instinctively pressed back with her own .   One of Hugh’s hands slid up to cradle Sally’s head, gently angling her
so that her mouth met his more completely, and she couldn’t repress a
moan.   How could those skillful lips that
were pulling at her lower lip, the tongue that was circling with her own, cause
sensations to course throughout her entire body?   Sally marveled, completely unable to stop
herself.  
    Hugh’s hand slipped a little lower,
caressing the soft round of her buttocks, and electricity seemed to shoot through
her body all the way to the sensitive tips of her breasts.   Sally’s breath came more quickly, and Hugh
released her mouth, nibbling along the side of her neck to a place beneath her
ear that seemed oddly connected to her very core.   She pressed her breasts against the hard
chest below his linen shirt, feeling that her own jacket was very much in the
way.   A throbbing sensation was beginning
between her legs, a distracting and foreign sensation that seemed to fill her
body with a need to move, a restless energy that
pushed at her very skin.   She groaned aloud
and dug her fingers into the hard broad shoulders, and Hugh captured her mouth
once again.  
    His hand came up and caressed her
breast, his thumb moving over the pebbled tip that