Iona nodded and watched Cameron’s features darken before he spun around and headed down the trail. 
    “Something I said?”
    Cameron stopped, and his shoulders rose and fell, while his hand strayed to the blade at his hip. He faced her again with one knee slightly bent due to the uneven terrain. His draped kilt revealed one perfectly tanned knee and part of a muscular thigh. The sight of such a small glimpse of naked flesh made her swallow. Iona wished he’d do something more than stare at her lips.
    Blood pounded through her veins and her breath hitched. He  gracefully returned and suddenly faced her, stepping close enough that she could see the gold flecks in his liquid amber eyes. His scent washed over her, stronger than the fire pit’s smoke, yet subtle. He smelled great, of sweat, leather, and male. 
    He leaned down, one of the few men in her life that ever had to. How tall was he? When she felt his warm breath on her cheeks, her hand shot out and smacked him in the chest.
    “What are you doing?” she squeaked. 
    He ignored her question, and smiled. Then, he gathered her close with one arm, and lifted her chin. 
    "Doing what comes natural, lass,” he whispered. His lips feathered across her open mouth, ignoring her shock and protesting grunts. His tongue swept inside her mouth, thrusting and probing in an intimate manner, throwing her into a dizzying spin. He held her safely on the tips of her toes. 
    Heat pumped from his plaid-draped body and melted her insides.
Tingles swept along every nerve ending, and her body came alive until she
remembered her thoughts about men. This was all wrong. They hardly knew each other. She didn’t kiss men she didn’t know.
Title:  My  Banished Highlander
 
Book #2 of the Highland Games Through Time
 
Genre: Scottish Time Travel Romance

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