Free HighlandHeat by Tilly Greene

watching out for her because her
brain had turned to mush as his gaze burned her with an erotic fire.
    She was pleased when a small group of women entered the shop
and an excited twitter grew as the groups joined together and talked hats.

Chapter Four
     
    “Would you like a cup of tea?” Not really thinking about
what she was doing, Grace made the offer simply because she didn’t want him to
leave.
    “Yes, that would be great, thank you.”
    Whatever she thought was going to happen when she brought
him back to her office ended up being far from reality. The minute the door
closed, what she secretly wanted to happen, actually did. This stunning man
made a pass she never thought about denying.
    “Are you single, lass?”
    He invaded her personal space, crowded her. It was
uncomfortable, yet not intimidating or unwanted. Her first response to his
closeness was completely physical. Heat washed through her and her breath
picked up its pace. The large and powerful masculine presence pushed everything
away except for the passionate needs she’d been fighting since last night. Her
passion rushed forward, eager for his attention.
    “Grace?”
    His deep voice rumbled over her skin, through her veins and
down deep into the soul of her sensuous inner woman. The breath she’d been
about to take was caught in her throat along with an answer. She was affected
in every way by this man, and yet he’d simply held her hand and kissed her
wrist.
    This man was going to be big trouble and she wanted it all.
    “Y-yes.” She had to clear her throat before trying again.
“Sorry. Yes, I’m single, why are you asking?”
    “Isn’t it obvious?” He stepped closer still and used his
finger to smooth a strand of hair behind her ear.
    She shook her head no, as if not understanding what he was
saying. But she did know what he meant. He wanted her. Her heart raced wildly,
her nipples hardened in anticipation and a pulse began to play in her pussy.
Since first laying eyes on him, she desperately needed relief from the intense
desire that controlled her body and now the chance was finally hers. There was
no thinking about what was happening, merely what her driving hunger told her
she should be doing. She needed to accept whatever he offered. She needed to
step even closer to him, feel his hard solid body pressed against her softer
one and give herself to him.
    Somehow this man called her buried lust to the surface to
play. Even better was the promise of satisfaction. She didn’t dare think of
denying him.
    Unable to help herself, Grace lifted her head, leaned in
until she almost touched his neck with the tip of her nose and softly inhaled
his scent. As she’d thought, his unique aroma smelled of cool, damp days in the
highlands, walking across fields, with a crisp wind whipping against her face
with an essence of sex appeal all his own. The man was highly addictive.
    In her body and soul, the reason she gave herself up as an
easy acquiescence to him was based on one thing. For her, Hamish Buchanan was
home.
    The man may be dangerous to some, but not to her. He felt
safe, secure and accepting. Like Scotland, like home.
    While her mind was lost in how his presence made her more
aware of her needs, he’d moved even closer. One hand cradled her head while the
other held her hip and brought her to him, holding her flush against his body.
    From his feet to his very broad shoulders, he was solidly
built and if she wanted, her head could rest with ease over his heart. She felt
the length between his legs was hard, deliciously large, enticing her to reach
and touch it. Stroke her fingers along its length and grip it with pleasurable
intentions. The temptation was almost too much for her to handle.
    Oh, boy. Goose pimples spread rapidly across her body
and that was the only warning she had before everything escalated. His nose nudged
its way to her ear and whispered softly. Grace wasn’t sure she heard him
correctly until she felt his words fill