The softness of her touch, the emerald eyes gazing into his when they held hands and circled, attacked his defenses and flung them aside as if he were a helpless lad. If she'd come at him with a dagger, he might have let her stab him in the heart.
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.
