Afton looked up at him, into the fierceness of those Celtic blue eyes, and felt the intensity of the words down to her marrow. It felt like a declaration. A promise.
But that was utterly impossible. Because this was Hamish. Completely off-limits Hamish. Even standing here like this was a problem. She should step back. Extricate herself.
Instead, her hands fisted in his shirt.
Tension crackled between them. The hand wiping at her cheek slid into her hair.
Oh, God.
She should stop him. Say something. Anything.
“Hamish.” His name came out on a sigh. A plea. But she didn’t know what she was asking.
Then his mouth was on hers. A shudder ran through her at the contact, as if every cell in her body was realigning, pointing toward him like a magnet pulled north. His lips moved against hers,
