"Sure ye do. Ye just daenae want to admit that somethin' drew ye to this room."
"Yer guards."
A smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes narrowed. Leah didn't dare take her sights off him in fear of what other exposed parts she'd see.
"And why would me guards concern ye?" he asked as his attention wavered. Leah watched as his eyes fell on the crevasse of her bosom. "Do ye have somethin' to hide?"
"Of course nae," Leah answered as she eased back only to hit the door. The gasp that escaped from her caused the laird'slips to curl. "But perhaps we should speak under different circumstances."
"I see nothin' wrong with speakin' freely here," he said as he closed the gap between them. The air around Leah was pulled away from her. It was as if Killian's very presence absorbed the air like a sponge.
"Laird, ye’re indisposed," Leah answered as she dared to stare him in the eye. The smirk on his lips stretched as his eyes shimmered with amusement.
"It did feel a bit drafty," he teased as he refused to give Leah even an inch of room. She could feel his manhood pressing eagerly against her leg. It aroused a desire in her that she didn't fully understand but wanted to explore.
"Me laird," Leah gulped.
"Nay need to be shy," he cooed as his fingers ran through her hair. His voice was barely a murmur but it rumbled through her body, sending waves of longing ripping through her. The world sway and wobbled as Leah shared the same intoxicating air that Killian breathed.
"Have ye nae thought of it?" he whispered as his fingernails trailed the length of her neck. His touch left a trail of fire as he began his exploration of her body.
Closing her eyes, Leah's war against her temptation was over, and she had lost. A tremor rippled through her, but it was no longer fear that gripped her. No, it was something far more enticing and hypnotic.
"I'd have ye laid out on me desk, bare as the day ye were born. To taste ye," he mumbled as his lips crushed against the tenderness of her neck. The tingling was like an invasion of her senses. It was no longer gravity holding her in place but Killian's arms and wagging tongue.
"Let me have ye," he begged as his fingers clawed at the fabric of her dress until he had hiked it to her hips. The world outside faded and all that remained was the heat of his body searing hers as his fingers toyed with the tender flesh between her legs.
"Laird MacMillan, please," Leah managed to shove off her dried tongue. Her words fell like crumbs from the table.
"As ye wish."
Reality snapped like string, fastening her bodice close. Her eyes popped as she pressed the palms of her hands to Killian's chest and pushed him from her.
"Away ye fiend."
A cruel laugh filled the room as he stepped back. "What's the matter? I was merely givin' ye what ye had asked for."
"I did nay such thin'," Leah defended.
"Oh? Is that so? Then why did ye practically beg for me to have ye?"
"That is nae what happened," Leah said as the betrayal and shame mounted on her shoulders, threatening to bury her alive.
"Then perhaps ye can tell me the truth as to what it is ye're doin' here," he said as he reached for his towel and wiped the water from his damp face. Leah's eyes widened. The playfulness in the laird's tone vanished, causing Leah's heart to skip. The absurdity of the situation slowly dawned on her.
"If I recall correctly, I dinnae come here on me own volition," Leah snapped. "I was brought here against me will."
"So yer story goes," Killian said as he covered himself while keeping his gaze locked on her as if she were the enemy. "All I ken is that ye come to me home in the middle of the night. Ye have but five minutes with me brother and think ye can cure him."
"Now I never said that," Leah fired back. "I said I could help him and I did."
"Then why were ye sneakin' about like a common criminal? Avoidin' me guards and fallin' into me bath."
Leah pursed her lips tightly as she glared daggers at the laird. The way he was twisting everything she said was driving her mad. It was as if she were talking to a toddler.
"That is nae what happened and ye ken it."
"Do I?"
