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slapped the little pink packets against her hand before tearing them open and shaking the powdered contents into her drink.  He wondered what it was.  Her forefinger followed the powder into the glass where she stirred it for a moment before popping her finger in her mouth to suck off the excess liquid.  That small action changed the course of his thoughts entirely.  It was the most innocently erotic action he had ever seen a woman perform.  The images that came to his mind aroused him unexpectedly.  Stifling the arousal without mercy, he embraced his anger and broke the silence.
    “Well, Heather ?” Connor prompted harshly, aware that she wasn’t going to willingly begin on her own.
    “Okay,” Emmy looked up and met his dark gaze once more, feeling its pull like a whirlpool tugging her under the water.  “Well, I returned here because I wanted to…” She stared into his stormy eyes and felt the attraction between them, the chemistry, and knew that he had felt it too.  It was strong and intense, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.  It was a reaction like those you read about but are sure never actually happen in real life.  So, the words, when they came, seemed to be the most truthful she had ever spoken in her life.
    “I came here to be with you.”             

Chapter 5
     
    Duart Castle
    The Isle of Mull, Scotland
    October 1895
     
    Emmy didn’t even flinch as the door slammed shut behind Connor as he stormed out of the room following her remark.  She was stunned as well by her answer.  Yet it felt right.  The minute she had seen him – before she’d concluded he was simply mad, that is – her first thoughts had been of wishing for a man like that to be hers.  It was the feeling of romance novels and fairy tales, well adult fairy tales.  It wasn’t real.  It wasn’t typical, normal or usual. 
    In one of her favorite romantic comedies, French Kiss , when Meg Ryan’s Kate and Kevin Kline’s Luc finally kiss at the end, there is this moment when his hands clench into fists on the back of her dress as if he couldn’t hold her tight enough, close enough or long enough. 
    In Emmy’s mind that moment was probably one of the most romantic, passionate kisses she had ever seen.  Definitely top ten.  She wanted to be wanted like that.  She wanted to be in the arms of a man where an embrace wasn’t enough, where he wanted so much more from her. Emmy wanted a man who would hold her as if he wanted to become one with her.  Be one with her.  She had always dreamed of being wanted with that intensity. 
    Yet, i f she were honest with herself, Emmy would have admitted that she never expected that she would feel like that in her entire life.  It certainly wasn’t a feeling she imagined having within fifteen minutes of meeting a man… especially one she considered completely nuts.  She had never felt lust that overwhelmed the senses and brought irrational thoughts and impulses to mind.  She believed strong physical attraction was normally the result of getting to know a man.  In her romantic experience, a good sense of humor was the most powerful attractor she had ever come across. 
    With this laird, Connor, she wanted more than anything just to feel those strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly with all the desperation and desire she had seen in his eyes.   More than anything, she knew that one kiss with him would be the most memorable experience of her life.
     
    “Ohh!” she moaned, burying her head in her hands once again.  “What I am doing?  I am such a nitwit!”
    “I would probably have to agree on that point,” Dorcas volunteered as she poured herself yet another cup of tea while Ian slipped out of the room after Connor.  “You shouldn’t have said that to him.  Now he’ll be a horrific boar for days and days.  Not that he is ever in good humor, mind you.  You’ve only made it worse.  More tea?”
    “You should really back off