She clenched her fists. "I believe, milord, that I have endured my full limit of male tyranny." "I am afraid, milady, that you will have to become accustomed to it. It is the way of things, here in the world beyond your cloister." He turned her forwa...
He drew her into his arms, gathering her close, and dusted kisses over her cheek, her hair. Wrapped in his embrace, Laurien closed her eyes, murmuring a sigh of exquisite satisfaction. A delightful drowsiness overtook her and she gave in to it, snugg...
He cleared his throat. "I wish I could take back what I said." He looked away. "I behaved like a thoin aiseal." "What does that mean?" "A donkey's arse." She glanced down at the furs, found herself fighting a smile. "And how do you pronounce that? I ...
At first, I did not tell you any of this because...you were not supposed to mean anything to me. And later..." His voice became rough with emotion. "Later, I did not tell you because you mean so much to me.
The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again...
He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun.
I must remember to be troublesome now and again, else you are going to be impossible to live with. And by what magic did you find the gown and the horse?" "Scottish fairy magic." His grin widened. "Do you mean that fairies are real in Scotland?
Rolling onto his side, he drew her close. "Sleep, milady. I will keep you warm tonight, and safe." He pulled the blanket over her, wrapping one arm around her waist as he settled beside her on the furs. "And for one night, at least, neither of us wil...
Camhanach, it is a bargain as old as the world itself." He chuckled. "Women want protection...men want a willing lass to warm their bed.
She frowned at him. "Not every man thinks constantly of... of..." Darach grinned. "Aye, they do, demoiselle. Every man, from the time he is about ten until the day he dies, thinks frequently of that.
As I have said, milady, I mean to keep you safe, not harm you. And it is not my habit to force myself on unwilling maidens." "Aye, pilgrim?" she asked dubiously. "Next you will tell me you are as chaste as a monk." She backed toward the door. A grin ...
She lifted her chin and returned his unyielding gaze. "Do what you will." His blue eyes darkened to the color of a moonlit sky. "You should be careful, milady, about issuing such an invitation.
He covered her mouth with his ---and she felt as if she had suddenly been enveloped in a cascade of sparks. The tingling warmth from his touch did not compare to the sensations that whirled through her as his lips moved over hers. It was as if every ...
Lauren closed her eyes, remembering how desperate she had been this morn in Chartres, how she had prayed for divine intervention to stop her wedding. She had never expected that intervention to be riding a black horse and wielding a sword.
It had seemed entirely sensible at the time. A simple way to test the truth of her claim that she had lain with de Villiers. To show her that lying to him was useless. To make a point. Instead, he had ignited a desire that burned him like none he had...
... not within my memory." "All 300 years of it?" That comment earned her a frown. "My apologies," she amended lightly. "I supposed I should not tease you about being so old." "Nay, feel free." His slow smile flashed in the moonlight. "I would be hap...
They should put their clothes on if they could find them which might be difficult in the darkness. He decided that could wait until dawn.
Would a dead man touch you like this?
At least reindeer kisses do not cause me to take leave of my senses.
There is not a man alive who would not want you.
As he looked at her, she felt that flood of restlessness that she now knew was called desire.
