No man returns from Satan’s fire read to dance a reel.
The ruddy chieftain snorted. “You’ve not noticed? I reckon he’s as smitten as a bull in a paddock of heifers in spring.
The fairies will work their magic. They always do.
She moved her hips, his manhood sliding between her wet thighs, rekindling the hot craving at her very core. “How can I bring you pleasure?
Geordie stepped forward and took her hand. “I hope you’re not tired, because I intend to keep you on my arm until the music stops.
Though we are not together in body, know that I will always be with you in spirit. I will be in the whistling wind and in your dreams. Think of me in the joy of watching snow fall and know that I am thinking of you always.
When she straightened, he leaned back in the chair, his eyelids heavy. “My God, woman, you know how to make a man melt.
He took a step back to distance himself from her wicked, mind-consuming scent. In the future if he wanted to bamboozle an opponent in the karate ring, all he had to do was splash on some eau de Christina.
God save him, she smelled of a field of roses and tasted sweeter than port wine. Drawing her hands over her mouth Charlotte gasped. “Hugh. How did we end up on the bed?” “I think we must have floated,” he whispered.
Blessed desire gripped her nether parts as her passion inflamed. Helen shamelessly rocked her hips from side to side. “My, you have turned me into a wanton woman.” “And that’s a bad thing?” His voice grew deeper with each word.
You are charismatic. Men are drawn to you. I am drawn to you. And by your size, let alone your skill with weapons, they will be in awe of you.
He opened his eyes to half-cast. With a low rumble he lifted her onto his hips. “Take me to heaven, lassie. For no one but ye can cool the fire thrumming in my blood.
Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.
Nothing could stir Eva’s passion like a tall, muscular Scotsman disrobing. Lordy, she could watch him stand before her in the nude for hours.
She … grabbed her bra, clasping it and shoving her arms through. “Ye harness your udders?” The man was insufferable. “For your information, it’s a bra – short for brassiere, something that wasn’t invented until the twentieth century.
Why does sin feel so good if it is a terrible thing?
Enya assessed him like a woman would a piece of fine cloth. “Rugged land for a rugged man.
His tongue tapped his top lip as he cupper her breast in his hand. “Tis boidhche –beautiful.
His tongue tapped his top lip as he cupped her breast in his hand. “Tis boidhche –beautiful.