Excerpt: What is he wearing under there, anyway? Dragging my gaze back to his, I could have sworn he could read my thoughts yet again. His cocky grin grew larger. My eyes traveled back down his hard torso and I saw a twitch beneath his kilt. A really big twitch. I dug in my heels, shook my head and started to back away. “Maybe this is a mistake.” His hand reached out and caressed my cheek, his eyes glued to mine. One more step back and the brick building stopped my retreat. Mr. Kilt leaned in. Heat, mixed with his strong male scent, surrounded my quivering body. His other hand came up and rested on the wall behind me. Boxed in, I watched his lips move, his breath quicken and something that looked like concern stream from his eyes. Every nerve in my body called out, wanting his touch. I forgot about the alley as my attention narrowed to him and the rapidly shrinking space between us.