The next morning, Ciarán woke Mac with a kiss. Then he rolled onto his back and lay down, his eyes closed. Mac rolled onto her side and leaned on her elbow to watch him. She had noticed his lips, soft and full, from the start. The outer edges turned up just a bit. She had studied his mouth while he stared at the fire on the night they first met. Now she traced her fingers over those lips until she gave in to desire and kissed him again. Taking her face in his hands, he bored a dark look into her eyes and then rolled over onto her. He buried his face in her neck and let out a soft groan. His lips brushed against her earlobe as he whispered, “I must go, bonnie Mac.”
Mac answered by wrapping her legs around his waist.
Ciarán laughed, but not without frustration. “Och! Dinnae tempt me.”
Och
