Chapter Eight
Malcolm still held her hand but his other came up to cup her face. The second his fingers touched her ear, an electrical shock hit her.
She jumped back, holding the side of her face. “Ouch! That hurt.”
He fisted his hand as well. “What the fux?”
She giggled. “Fux?”
His brow was still lowered in anger. “Yeah, it’s a swear word in my time.”
He lifted his hand to touch her faceagain, and she backed away. “Sorry, I’m not into pain.”
He dropped his hand. “I’m trying to discover what the problem is. Give me your hand.”
Since they had held hands coming in to his cottage, she allowed him to take hers again.
“Now give me your other one.”
Seeing no harm in that, she lifted her hand to his, but the second they touched, another shock hit. “Ouch. Okay, no more experimenting.Your cottage is alive with electricity.” She looked at one of the chairs that conformed to a person’s body. “It must be in this future setting.”
Malcolm’s brows were still lowered, but he nodded. “For some reason when we touch in more than one place, it completes some kind of a circuit. I can’t tell you how much that frustrates me.”
“Why?” Because he wanted to kiss her?
“Never mind. It doesn’tmatter since my house is somehow wired.” He grinned, the look in his eye calculating. “If it’s this future time setting, then I know the perfect spot.” Without asking, he grabbed her hand and pulled her outside.
The view of the two mountains surrounding his cottage was breathtaking. She barely paid attention to where she was walking as she looked behind them. The mist reflected the green of thegrass on the inclines, giving the little valley a faerie feel as they walked in the shadow of the mountains.
When sunlight hit her head, she finally looked to where they were headed. “Oh.” In front of them was a field of standing stones. They were very old and there didn’t appear to be any particular order, but with the sun shining brightly, she could almost imagine them as chest pieces of longago giants.
Malcolm brought her a few yards into the field then stopped and turned her toward him. He grasped her other hand and smirked. “As I expected. We can’t find any older ground than this without going back in time.”
It took her a moment to understand what he meant, but as his hand left hers and cupped her cheek with no electric shock, she understood.
“I ken what ye did fer me at Brody’s.”
Oh sugar. When he used that brogue, she wanted to snuggle up to him and never leave. Never? She stiffened at the thought, but Malcolm’s lips were already upon hers and her concentration scattered.
The kiss was different. It wasn’t rushed passion. It was sensual, leisurely and made her knees weak with anticipation. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned in to him, fisting the hood behindhis neck as his tongue enjoyed her mouth.
One of his arms held her tight to him, while his other hand pressed her against his growing erection.
His mouth left hers to lick the pulse at the side of her neck. When he brought his lips to her earlobe, she giggled, pressing her shoulder up toward her head to stop him. “I’m ticklish there.”
He stared at her as if he’d never heard of that before,but then his gaze softened. “I’ll try to avoid that area then. Are there any other ticklish places I should know about?”
She flushed as she shook her head.
“Good, because I dinna wanna miss one inch of yer skin.”
Now it was more than just her cheeks that were warm.
Malcolm unclasped her arms from his neck and stepped away. He unhooked his cape and with a flourish set it on the ground in theshade of the standing stone next to him. When he stood again, he looked right at her as he phased. “Disrobe me.”
She sucked in her breath. Malcolm stood there solid again, legs braced apart, his fists at his waist as if he were ready for battle, except he was from the future and he wore no clothes. And that’s what made him so impressive. His chest looked as hard as the stones surrounding them,its mounded perfection like the mountains near his home. His shoulders were broad and thick with muscle that continued down his arms like waves melding into one another.
His thighs were larger than her head and as ripped as his abdominals. Sticking out in hard relief between them was his cock. The veins beneath the skin meandered their way around and up toward the large tip.
