Page 50 of The Lady of Her Highland Clan

None of that mattered. Fiona just lay back and focused on Clyde.

Grinning, he brought his hand toward her, brushing past her bosom and causing an eruption all over her.

Fiona stopped, shocked. She was not used to the intensity of her feelings, both physical and mental. Her emotions were yo-yoing. One minute she was in heaven, the next, consumed by desire. And by the look of it, Clyde felt the same.

Alone, in the glen, Clyde laid her down, this time carefully, arranging her long black hair around her.

"Fiona, I..." he began. Then he smiled, and his hands simply reached for her, making her dart, smile, and despair simultaneously.

"I think I’m in love with ye... I love ye," he said.

Fiona looked up sharply. This had been the last thing she had been expecting to hear. Waiting to hear more, Fiona paused.

His hands were on her lap, tickling, cajoling, exploring the front of her. He drove her wild with his teasing, yet still, Fiona could not bring herself to wrench herself away from him.

Then, just as her lips hovered over his for a second time, Clyde paused. Shyly, he hesitated.

"I'll nae leave ye again, lass," said Clyde seriously. Stroking her hair, Clyde caressed her gently. An electric buzz reverberated around her body.

His fingers inched closer to her belly button. Sensually, Clyde pressed his nose to her flesh. A small ripple of pleasure took her. An overwhelming feeling of contentment spread across her. She wanted to dive in and explore his flesh further; however, a lovely sleepy feeling came over her, making it hard for her to open her eyes.

Yawning, Fiona leaned back into Clyde's strong arms. A warm, safe feeling enveloped her. One that was very hard to resist.

"Clyde..." she began, trying her hardest to keep her eyes open. Clyde patted the side of her arm, stroking it gently.

Bit by bit, Fiona's eyes closed. Snuggling up, she rested against Clyde. Before long, she was asleep in his arms, under the August stars.