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explored.
    Fin moved his lips to the side of her neck. A sharp nibble on the lobe of her ear shot straight to her core and had her writhing with desire.
    “Is this the attention you need? Is this what you want?” His words still sounded angry, but his mouth was touching her in a place she hardly remembered was there.
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    Fin’s hand, under her skirt, rounded over her hip and squeezed. “Is it, Elizabeth?”
    What was the question?
    “Or maybe this is what you want.” Fin’s nimble fingers rounded in front and met the heat pooling at her center. When the length of one finger slid up and into her body, her knees buckled, bringing her in closer contact with his whole hand. “Oh, God.”
    Liz’s head rolled back, eyes closed, while she writhed closer.
    Fin drew circles with his thumb while penetrating her in seductive strokes.
    Liz felt his erection strain against the fabric separating them. As her hand slipped down and brushed against his length her breath caught. Fin’s fingers and thumb moved faster. Her long overdue orgasm, which started deep in the pit of her stomach, now blossomed with every pass of his hand.
    His heated breath marched in time with hers until she felt her passion swell.
    Her body climbed over the invisible wall and stilled right as Fin pushed her over.
    Body shuddering, Liz muffled her cries of release into his shoulder. Her body clenched around his magical fingers.
    Fin held her there, pinned against the wall, his breath against her neck as the tremors subsided.
    His hand slipped away, leaving her damp and empty.
    When she finally worked up the nerve to open her eyes, Fin stared down at her. Knowing. He brought his fingers to his mouth and drew the digit past his lips.
    For a moment, Liz felt her body clench all over again.
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    Liz let her frame slide down the wall until she sat firmly on the floor. Her gaze focused on a simple unlit candle across the room. Before her breath resumed its normal pattern, her adrenaline rose again.
    “The gall of that man,” she hissed between clenched teeth.
    The candle sparked to life. Her eyes flew to another. It too started to glow.
    Surprisingly, her thoughts weren’t of despair or disapproval so much as irritation over his control.
    Control over her.
    She’d had no control and at the time didn’t care that he took it all. What was wrong with her? She should be horrified with her submissive body, but she wasn’t. She should be raging war over who had the better control over their bodies, but she couldn’t.
    She inched up the wall, slimmed her skirts over her frame, and pictured Fin’s hands on her again.

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Preparing for their journey south was equivalent to a move of a household. Ian mandated that the elderly and sick prepare to move into the lower rooms of the keep, a precaution against Grainna’s possible attack.
    Between the extra eyes and the continued attention of Logan, Liz relished the opportunity of escape to the cottage with Simon. However, Fin made certain his presence was in the mix. Only this time, Ian would join them, eliminating Liz’s opportunity of revenge on Fin.
    “Do you know of our history, lass? Of what Scotland will endure over the years?”
    They were still over a mile from their destination when Ian started posing his questions.
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    Scotland. I do know that the kilts get shorter.”
    “Ahh, yes. Duncan and Fin said as much from their travels in your time.”
    “Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”
    “I don’t follow your meaning, lass.”
    Liz lifted her lips in a smile. “Well, you sent Duncan and Fin ahead in time…”
    “The Ancients told us to send them.”
    “Either way, they went ahead in time, learned that their clothing didn’t fit