a done thing. He was laird and building the clan’s holding was his duty. Someday the McQuade would be even more powerful than the stinking McJames. Bronwyn was simply one more link in the chain to achieving that goal.
Bronwyn kicked at the bedding. Cullen was riding toward her. She saw it clearly in her mind as she slept. He was so fetching, it couldn’t be real. Her eyes were drawn to his face, hypnotized by the look of hunger in his eyes.
Heat brushed across her belly. It spread up towards her breast, gently covering both soft mounds until it found her nipples. The tender points drew taut. She kicked again, her head moving from side to side while her dream held her in its grip.
Coming closer…
No man had ever looked at her in such a way. It was wicked but enticing, too. There was a longing deep inside that made her want to move toward him and discover just what he did to satisfy his hunger. Her skin was flushed and warm now, her heart beating faster. One hand lifted toward his outstretched one without any thought…
Bronwyn jerked awake. She sat up, startled by the way her heart thumped inside her chest. It felt as if she’d been running. A fine sheen of perspiration coated her skin. Her chemise, twisted up around her hips with all her thrashing, felt rough against her sensitive skin. Even her nipples had hardened into twin points, stabbing against the undergarment. It was so shocking, she touched one hard nipple, wondering if she was still dreaming. Sensation shot into her body from that single touch. It was sweet but unsettling. The night air made her shiver so she lay back down and pulled the blanket and skirt up to her chin. She had to tuck her knees up so that her skirt covered all of her.
How could a dream be so real?
Better still, how could a man she had met but once make her body react so? And just when had fate decided to curse her? Before riding off for one last moment of freedom things had been simple. Now even her body wanted to add another difficulty to her heavy load. She didn’t need lust for Cullen McJames, didn’t need to burn for the touch of any man.
The tears she’d tried to deny returned. They eased down the side of her face as the wind rattled the shutter.
She wished she had never met Cullen McJames.
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