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the scent of leather and man that wafted off him. He had carried her like she weighed nothing, reminding her again of his size and strength.
    Why in heaven’s name was she attracted to the most unsuitable man she’d ever met? He was a Scot . That was all she needed to know about him. Except he hadn’t lived up to her expectations, thus far. He was clean and polite, smelled good, and she hadn’t seen him swill whiskey or sneak out of a bedchamber since she’d been here. Although it appeared she found him in her bedchamber more times than she should have.
    She twisted around and gazed out the window at the beautiful Scottish Highlands. Hills and valleys, mountains in the distance, everything green and verdant. He was as much a part of his environment as the trees and grass. Powerful, strong, and breathtaking, Laird MacBride was the Highlands.
    Liam strode into the room, “No one is about, so I brought the cold water and cloth for ye foot.”
    No one was about and here he was in her bedchamber, again. Even with the door open, she felt vulnerable. The air snapped with the tension between the two of them, reminding her of a threatening storm. She found it hard to catch her breath as he came near and set the pan of water and cloth on the table next to her chair.
    He knelt at her feet and pushed up the hem of her gown. Without meeting her eyes, he ran his hand over her ankle, then up her calf, caressing her skin, leaving goose bumps in his wake. “I need to remove yer stocking.”
    Unable to speak, she merely nodded. Slowly his hand crept up to her thigh where he untied her stocking, brushing his fingers over her skin, dragging the garment down. He glanced up at her as he pulled the rest of it off, his eyes darkened, his nostrils flared.
    In a flash he was on his feet and striding to the door. He closed it, then turned the latch. Her heart beat so loud she was sure he could hear it across the room. Like an animal stalking its prey, Liam made his way back to her.
    “Wh-What are you doing?”
    He reached out and pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her waist, keeping her weight off her sore foot. “Ach, lass, you’ve been driving me daft for days now.”
    “I don’t understand.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
    “I think ye do. Dinna try to tell me you dinna feel it, too. I have to taste ye. Feel ye warm body against my chest.” Slowly he ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers. Gently, softly at first. Sybil grasped his arms, his muscles rippling under her palms as he shifted to take her in a deeper kiss.
    His possession was real. He ravished her mouth, pressing his tongue against her lips until she opened. With a groan, he swept in, tasting, nibbling, sucking. Heat rose in her middle and spread upward. She moved her palms up and encircled his neck, playing with the silky strands of his hair. Her finger eased under the tie at his nape, and she yanked.
    Freed from its bonds, his hair fell forward, touching her face, teasing her skin. He released her lips and scattered kisses over her eyes, nose, jaw, then to the skin under her ear. “Ach, but ye are bewitching me, lass.”
    If anyone was bewitched, surely it must be her. She’d never felt this way before, this need to tear off her clothes and his, so their skin could touch and press against each other. His powerful hands slid to her bottom where they caressed her, massaging, pushing her against the evidence of his desire.
    “Lady Sybil, the laird sent word that you wished me to attend you?” The young maid’s voice came through the locked door, pulling Sybil back to where she was. Standing in her bedchamber, behind a locked door, in the arms of a man not her husband, who had his hands where they should not be. Good heavens, what a scandal this would cause if word leaked to the rest of the party.
    She pulled away from Liam, panic rising in her chest. “You must hide. I will be ruined if you are caught here.”
    He glanced around the room. “’Tis naught