Free Midnight's Warrior by Donna Grant Page A

so intense.
    She leaned into him, her breasts pressed against his chest. Ramsey bit back a groan as her magic joined in the frenzy that surrounded him. It became too much to govern, too much to resist.
    Just before he lost all control and kissed her as he’d been dreaming about, he heard footsteps approaching. Grudgingly, reluctantly, he pulled back.
    It took a moment before Tara opened her eyes. They were dilated and her breathing was rapid, proving she was just as affected as he from the kiss.
    “We’re about to have guests,” he said a moment before the door opened and Charon and Arran stepped inside.
    Ramsey met their surprised gazes, but when Charon’s eyes lowered, Ramsey knew he had seen the magic that was once more swirling around him.

 
    CHAPTER TEN
    Tara looked at the two men filling the doorway. They were tall, brawny, and there was something about them that reminded her of Ramsey but had nothing to do with looks.
    It was something to do with the men, something that set them apart from other guys. Almost as if Ramsey and these other two were in a class by themselves. A class where coiled violence, tangible danger, and dark seduction were part of their DNA.
    Despite their similarities, Tara wasn’t attracted to the newcomers as she was to Ramsey. She met the dark gaze of the one nearest the door, the one who had narrowed his eyes on Ramsey before shifting to her.
    “Tara, these are my friends,” Ramsey said as he moved so that he stood behind her. “The one with the goofy grin is Arran MacCarrick, and the one behind him is Charon Bruce. And this is Tara Kincaid.”
    “A pleasure to meet you,” Arran said as he held out his hand.
    Tara looked into his pale brown eyes and returned his smile as she briefly grasped his hand. “Likewise.”
    Charon moved around Arran and held out his hand. “Tara.”
    “Charon,” she said as they shook hands.
    He was studying her, of that Tara was certain. The why, however, was what she didn’t know. Charon wasn’t rude, but he was reserved, almost as if he didn’t trust her.
    That made Tara smile, which in turn had Charon’s dark brows rising.
    “Something amusing?” he asked.
    She looked at their still clasped hands and pulled hers from him. “You don’t trust me.”
    “Ramsey said you were able to read people. Does it bother you that I’m … reserved?”
    She glanced at Arran to find him watching her intently. “Not at all,” she answered Charon. “I’ll leave you lads to breakfast.”
    “Will you no’ stay?” Arran asked.
    Tara shook her head, wishing it had been Ramsey who asked. “I must return to the castle and my duties.”
    As she walked to the bedroom, she felt three pairs of eyes watching her, and it was everything she could do not to look over her shoulder at Ramsey.
    She shut the door behind her and leaned back against it before she closed her eyes. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought of the all-too-brief kiss.
    He had been about to deepen the kiss, but pulled back to announce that they had visitors. How could he have known that? Charon and Arran hadn’t knocked.
    Tara frowned, but realized she was most likely overreacting. She did it constantly and it had kept her on the run. Maybe it was time she relaxed a little.
    She pushed away from the door and began to unbutton Ramsey’s shirt. Her clothes were still damp when she put them back on, but she wouldn’t be in them very long.
    After making the bed and trying once more to fix her hair, Tara walked out of the bedroom to find all three men sitting at the table. They looked up at her arrival, but she focused on Ramsey.
    “I cleared a path to the castle,” he said as he stood.
    She smiled, hating to leave. Not only did she enjoy Ramsey’s company, but she liked how she felt around him. And then there was the attraction.
    “You can stay. Eat your pancakes,” he offered.
    Tara took a deep breath and grabbed her boots. She shook her head slowly while she put on her shoes. “I