“And?”

“Nothing really. I worked it up in my mind to be something bigger than it was. There was no spark. I thought maybe we needed to do it again, that I had done something wrong, so I kissed him back.”

“Was there a spark the second time?”

“Not from me. He, on the other hand, must have felt something, for he didn’t hear my father when he walked around the corner and found us.”

“Poor Daniel.” Todd faked a sympathetic pout.

“Poor Daniel? Poor me! My father shot lightning out of the sky, nearly catching the stables on fire. He was so angry.” She shook her head, remembering. “It rained for a solid week.”

“Your father can control the weather?”

“Aye. His storms are magnificent,” she told him with pride. “’Tis his greatest gift.”

Clearly alarmed, Todd said, “I guess you’re right about your family not being here. I wouldn’t want to feel lightning at my feet.”

“My father would do more than that at this point.”

“More than killing me with lightning?”

“Killing is instant. Laird Ian would demand you marry me.”

His hand stilled in her hair, his body stiffened.

“Relax, Sir Blakely. My father has no way of coming here.” She giggled.

“I’m not a knight.”

“That is where you are wrong. You may not have those titles in this time. But your actions are those of a knight. You’ve dedicated your life to righting people’s wrongs. You uphold the laws of your land.

Your chivalry would not go unnoticed in my time.”

“Now you’re making me blush.”

“Make fun if you must. My father would reward you greatly if given the chance.”

“Is that your way of asking me to come home to meet the parents?” It was easy to tease when the act was impossible to do.

“Would you?”

“Ha. And risk being shot by lightning? You’re asking a lot from a mere mortal.”

She realized then she asked too much. There was no way of knowing if he was able to travel through time. Only Druids were entrusted with the stones. Myra wasn’t willing to risk his life to find out.

Firelight played off the walls, casting shadows over them both. Myra fell asleep next to him, and he didn’t want to move. He watched the rhythmic movement of her chest and felt the small puff of air from her heart shaped, pink lips when she exhaled.

He’d never watched a woman sleep before. Never wanted to.

When the last flame melted into the glow of the ashes, both of them slept, content in the other’s arms.

By its own bidding, her mind slipped into his.

She was completely unaware that their dreams mixed. There she saw herself as he did. She stood in front of him in a gown of sheer silver, nearly transparent, and revealing of all her curves.

Her hair flowed free of any binding, and settled at her waist. She sensed his longing to touch it. To touch her.

He undressed her with his mind, caressed every curve. Her body arched in her sleep, her lips parted and gasped when his hands possessed her in his dream.

Todd didn’t know what woke him, but when his eyes opened his body was fully aroused. Myra’s hands clenched at his chest. Her lips parted and she murmured his name. “Please, Todd.”

Unable to resist, he lowered his lips to hers, kissed her, half awake, half asleep. He told himself he would take only a taste, to wake her up and put her to bed, but her absolute surrender rendered him powerless to pull away. Like a man unable to quench his thirst, he returned for more. Needed more.

He moved his lips to the long column of her neck. Her timid hands ran through his hair. She captured his eyes, staring boldly through him before she forced his lips back to hers. He quivered. She was completely awake and kissing him back. Taking as much as she gave.

For a while, he simply kissed her, their tongues dueling. For a woman whose experience with men could be measured on one finger, Myra learned fast.

Little mewling sounds from her throat encouraged bolder moves from him.

Her nimble fingers clasped onto his shirt and tugged it away from his skin. Todd sat back and met her passion-filled stare.

“Can I?” she whispered, her lip caught between her teeth while she waited his answer.

With a nod, Todd watched Myra remove his shirt from his shoulders, and rake her fingers over his chest in exploration. Ripples of pleasure shot to the pit of his stomach with an ache more powerful than any drug.

She brushed a tender kiss to his chest, then glanced up for approval. Todd swept her hair behind her back and slid his hands over her br**sts. Myra pushed into his palm, and her head leaned back with a groan.

He inched her shirt over her head, exposing creamy white br**sts and erect ni**les. Bending his mouth to hers, he knew he was lost, drowning and almost past the point of no return. “Tell me to stop and I will. But do it soon if you have to.”

He played with her nipple and watched it respond.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she ran her hands over his body and rested on his groin.

Bold move for a virgin, he thought. There she stopped and measured his length, tightly bound in the pants he wore. Lightly stroking him over the clothing was like taunting a wild animal through a cage. He groaned.

He had his answer, but he’d be damned if he would take her on his couch. He stood, lifted her, and carried her into his room.

Gently he eased her back onto his mattress, and watched the emotions pass over her beautiful face.

Todd stretched out alongside her, gathered her into his arms, and pressed his lips to hers again.

He slowed their pace, savored and enjoyed each touch, each caress, wanting it all to last. But she was so responsive to every touch it damn near unmanned him. Myra arched toward him. His hands stroked down her back and lower, pressing her hips to his.

His erection, bound in the clothes he wore, sat snug between her legs. She moaned with the contact and Todd smiled under her lips while they kissed.

She was a moaner, and unlike any woman he had ever been with before. Her body hummed with every caress, every noise they made. His lips found and tantalized her breast. “Yes,” she said.

When her hands found him again, he stilled, bit back a groan.

“Should I stop?” she asked, completely unaware of her affect on him.

“God, no.” He drew in a quick breath, caught her lip in his teeth. “Don’t ever stop.”

She laughed at his words and worked at the button of his pants.

Myra’s movements were anything but virginally shy, and his body hurt under all his clothing. He shook off the rest of his clothes, and helped her with hers.