His hair was thick, an indistinct color somewhere between brown and black, and long enough to brush against his collar. Her fingers twitched as she recalled the feel of it. His profile was almost aristocratic, a perfectly straight nose, a high forehead, a strong chin. Shed always thought Eric the most handsome man shed ever met, but he seemed rather ordinary compared to Will.
So how had a man like Will remained unattached? Surely, one of Irelands most eligible bachelors had had his choice of available females. He had a charming personality; he was good-looking, polite, with just a hint of bad boy thrown in. And hed managed to nearly seduce her, a complete stranger, without even trying. Surely there was one attractive, single woman in all of Ireland whod wanted him for her own.
Claire cleared her throat as she walked into the room and Will glanced up. He slowly stood, his gaze fixed on her. Hi, he said.
Im sorry to interrupt, Claire said. I hoped that you might give me some information.
About?
The captain of the mail boat was telling me about a Druid princessno, priestesswho lives on the island. Id like to meet her.
Will was silent for a long moment. You want to meet Sorcha? Why?
I dont know. She soundsinteresting. Does she have a shop in town?
Will nodded. Its called The Dragons Heart. She makes jewelry and little Druid trinkets. But, shes really a bit He paused. Eccentric. She sometimes has a tendency to promise more than she can deliver. If youd like to see her, I could take you.
No, Im just curious. What else would you suggest? I thought I might make a list to be sure I saw everything before I left.
Will chuckled. You dont need a list. Theres not that much to see. Theres the church. There are some beautiful relics inside and some interesting Celtic crosses in the graveyard. Theres a small museum about the island just back of the post office. And there are some lovely shops along Parsons Street, antiques and such. Theres a tour of the island that leaves at noon from the market square in a horse-drawn carriage. Most of the tourists enjoy that.
And what about the things you find interesting? she asked.
Theres the stone circle, Will said.
Like Stonehenge?
Not nearly as grand. But interesting. I can take you if youd like. Im finished here. And after we go, we can stop in town for lunch.
Claire considered his invitation, then nodded. What harm could it do? Despite wanting to keep her distance, spending the day with Will would be infinitely more interesting than wandering about the island on her own. And in the light of day she could certainly control her impulses around him. All right, she said.
He held out his hand and she hesitantly placed hers in his. The instant she touched him, Claire regretted accepting his offer. His fingers were warm and strong and she imagined them skimming over her naked skin, raking through her hair, touching her in places far too intimate to contemplate. She tugged her hand away and fumbled with the buttons of her jacket.
I just need to grab a coat and we can go, Will said.
They walked out the kitchen door to the carriage house. Will helped her into a Range Rover, then circled around and got in the drivers side. As they bumped down the lane, Claire risked a glance over at him. She smiled to herself. She could look, but touching was a bad idea. Looking couldnt possibly get her in trouble, could it?
They drove away from the village, winding around through the barren, windswept hillsides at the center of the island. Once, they had to stop and wait for a flock of sheep to meander across the road. Will pointed out the old stone cottages along the way and the remains of a castle keep that was now nothing more than a pile of rocks.
They came to the crest of a hill and a moment later, Claire could see the ocean again. Will pulled the Range Rover to a stop. Well have to walk from here, he said. Its not far.
She jumped out of the truck and joined him as he started off down a small footpath. He held her hand for most of the way and when the path grew rocky, he walked in front, turning to help her climb over stone fences, his hands firm on her waist as she made her way between rickety wood stiles. They trudged over another small rise and suddenly, a wide, lush green meadow appeared before them, the circle of pillars rising toward the sky.
Claires breath caught in her throat. Its beautiful, she murmured.
Will turned to her and looked down into her eyes. He reached out, brushing his fingertips over her cheek, and Claire shivered at his touch. She waited, unsure of how to react, her breath coming in tiny gasps that made her a bit dizzy.
And then, he bent closer and kissed her, his mouth warm on hers. Claire parted her lips as the kiss deepened and she felt her mind spinning with desire and her body pulsing with wonderful sensations. But then the kiss ended as suddenly as it had begun.
Will glanced up at the sky. Wed better hurry along. It looks like its going to rain.
They walked down the steep hill to the circle of rough pillars. It was like a miniature version of Stonehenge, the stones no more than ten feet high and four feet wide. The diameter of the circle was at least fifty or sixty feet.
She slowly walked around the outside, touching each pillar as she passed it, surprised by the strange atmosphere. She could feel the magic all around them, like electricity in the air or a scent in the wind.
Its very powerful, she said. What did they do here?
Will shrugged. They say its like a calendar. The Druids celebrated at specific times of the year. At both solstices and both equinoxes. Beltane and Samhain and a couple others I cant remember. In fact, Sorcha does her Samhain celebration on Friday, if youll still be here. The whole island comes to watch. Its all very pagan.
Did they do sacrifices?
Like virgins? He chuckled. When I was a teenager we used to come out here with girls. We thought the magic would help us get lucky.
Did it work? Claire asked.
Sometimes. I felt a girl up for the first time right over there. I thought I was doing all right.
And do you ever come out here with women now?
Im here with you, Will said with devilish grin.
Claire chuckled. And do you expect to get lucky with me?
Will grabbed her by the waist and drew her over to one of the stones, trapping her against it with his arms. He pressed his hips against hers and stared down into her eyes. Times have changed. Maybe you should get lucky with me. He turned her around until he leaned back against the pillar, her hands now braced on either side of his hips.
Will you let me get to first base? Claire teased.
He frowned. First base? As in, baseball?
Yes, she said.
You played baseball?
Claire shook her head. No. Its just a way of saying how far you went with a boy. Actually, boys use it to discuss their prowess with girls. First base is kissing. Second base is hands under the shirt. Third base is hands in the pants and a home run is full-on sex.
No wonder Americans are so fond of baseball, he said. Much more interesting than cricket. So weve been to second base, then, Will said.
We have?
Last night, he said. There was some groping that went on. He reached down and slipped his hand beneath her sweater, finding the warm skin beneath.
We have?
Last night, he said. There was some groping that went on. He reached down and slipped his hand beneath her sweater, finding the warm skin beneath.
Claire shivered at his touch, then mimicked his caress, slipping her hand under his sweater and sliding her palm up his chest. Yes, I suppose you could consider this second base.
He cupped her lace-covered breast in his palm and ran his thumb over her nipple, drawing it to a peak. Claire sighed softly and closed her eyes and a moment later, his lips met hers in a deep, demanding kiss.
Suddenly, she couldnt stop touching him. She shoved him against the pillar and pushed his sweater up, revealing the muscled flesh of his abdomen. Impatient, Will shrugged out of his jacket, then yanked his sweater and T-shirt over his head. The brisk wind caused goosebumps on his skin and Claire pressed her lips to his chest. She was still fully clothed and hed made no move to undress her, his hand still hidden beneath her own sweater.
Slowly, she drew her tongue to his nipple, then circled it several times. It grew to a hard peak under her ministrations and Claire continued to tease at it. He groaned softly, and ran his fingers through her hair, tangling in the windblown strands.
Her hands drifted down his to belt and then lower, smoothing over the fabric of his jeans until she felt his growing erection beneath. Normally, she might have hesitated. But this mystical place made her feel bold and uninhibited, as if theyd stepped into another world where there were no rules, only impulses and desires.
Claire began to work at his belt while Will leaned back against the stone pillar. He watched her as she fumbled with the buckle, holding his breath as if her touch were enough to send him over the edge. Claire had nearly got it unfastened when she felt the first drop of rain hit her head.
A moment later, the skies opened up. She glanced up at Will to see him smilingand shivering. I guess the gods have spoken, he said.
Claire giggled, then reached down and handed him his sweater. Should we listen to them?
Just until we find someplace out of the rain. Will grabbed his jacket and they ran toward the path, the downpour soaking them both. But Claire didnt care. Shed never experienced anything quite so exciting as this. There was something between them, some force of nature, that couldnt be denied.
Was it part of this magical place or part of this land? Where did these feelings come from? And why did she feel so compelled to act upon them? For a moment, she thought about stopping him, about lying down in the soft, wet grass and making love right here in the middle of the meadow.
But in the end, she decided that a warm bed and a crackling fire would be much more conducive to an afternoon of pleasure. And the only place to find that was back at the inn.
I REALLY DONT THINK its broken.
Will reached out and gently pushed Claires jacket sleeve up to examine her wrist. On the way back to the Range Rover, Claire had slipped on a moss-covered rock and gone down hard. She now lay sprawled in a muddy patch of the footpath, her hair drenched, her clothes dirty.
Wiggle your fingers, he said. She winced as she did and Will sat back on his heels. I think it may be broken.
Its probably just a sprain, Claire insisted. Really. Just help me up. Itll feel better once I put some ice on it.
Will tugged his jumper over his head and fashioned a crude sling, then slipped into his jacket. He carefully helped her back to the car and once hed settled her inside, got behind the wheel. As they drove the short distance back to the inn, Will glanced over at her. She was trying to make light of the accident, but it was clear from the tight set of her jaw she was in considerable pain.
Claire met his gaze and forced a smile. Its already feeling better, she assured him.
Will turned his attention back to the road, navigating the bumps and soggy parts as carefully as he could. But every time the Range Rover took a hard bounce, Claire let out a tiny cry of pain.
When they reached the main road, he turned toward the village. Weve got a medical clinic here on the island. She opened her mouth to protest, but he reached out and put his finger over her lips. Humor me.
Will reached into his jacket pocket for his mobile and rang up Annie Mulroony, the nurse who staffed the clinic on a daily basis, and Sorchas mother. The doctor comes over from the mainland once a week, he explained to Claire. If were lucky, hell be in today.
Five minutes later, they arrived at the small, white-washed cottage on the edge of the village. Annie was waiting at the door. Shed been the islands nurse and midwife for the last twenty-five years and had patched up all manner of minor injuries and seen to the births of most everyone under the age of twenty. The patients she couldnt handle were sent to the mainland, the serious by helicopter and the rest by the ferry.
What seems to be the problem, then? she asked as she helped Claire into the surgery.
I think its just bruised, Claire said.
Annie glanced over at Will as she settled Claire onto the examining table. And where were you two mucking about? You look like you just crawled out of the sea.
I took her over to the stone circle, Will replied. She slipped on the path and fell.
Annie gave him a disapproving frown. You know what comes of that business. The gods dont like it when you desecrate their holy place with hanky-panky.
We were just sightseeing, Will said.
Annie glanced back to Claire. Is that true, lass? A flush of pink stained Claires cheeks and Annie shook her head. I see. Well, lets have an X ray of this, shall we? If its broken, well splint it and wait for the doctor to put on a cast. Hell be here tomorrow. She glanced over her shoulder to Will. Young man, you may wait outside.
Will found a chair in the reception room and distractedly flipped through a copy of Hello! magazine. But the celebrity gossip didnt occupy his interest and he got up and began to pace the width of the waiting area. Hed never believed in all the superstitions surrounding the stone circle. But Will had to wonder if perhaps he was being punished for taking advantage where he shouldnt have.
She was a guest, after all. And though she certainly had enjoyed what had gone on as much as he had, there was something slightly naughty about it as well. Hell, shed made the first move with all her talk about baseball, so he had no reason to feel guilty.
Fifteen minutes passed before Claire emerged from the examining room. Annie followed close behind. Shes fine, the nurse said, handing Will his jumper. No broken bones that I can see, but Ill have a consult with Dr. Reilly tomorrow and if he finds anything, hell ring you up. For the evening, keep ice on it and dont be turnin any handsprings, dear.
Thank you, Claire said. And youll send me the bill at the inn?
Ill take care of that, Will said. Dont worry.
By the time they got back to the inn, Will could see Claire was in a considerable amount of discomfort. He walked her up to her room and then went back downstairs to change and fetch whatever pain medication he had on hand. When he got back to her room, he found her standing in front of the fireplace, struggling with the zipper on her pants.
I cant get them off, she muttered, staring down at the mud-stained corduroy.