I smile dreamily, reaching up to twist my fingers in his hair the way I’ve been dreaming of doing. Just as I’d imagined, the dark locks are luxuriously thick and buttery soft. “Dance with me, laird.” I tilt my head, smiling coyly up at him. 210 He curses and disentangles my hands from his hair. “You should not have come here, you daft wee menace. What were you thinking?”
