historical-romance

God, you__e beautiful,_ he growled while his cock throbbed with need. __e keep telling me that and ye__l have me believing it,_ she said with the sexiest, most breathless voice he__ ever heard. His fingers sank into her supple flesh. Her breasts were so full, so pliable, he craved to have his mouth on them, craved to suckle her nipples and listen to every soft moan. __ou__ best believe me, because whenever you__e near, I feel like a caveman._ __ wild beast?_ He nearly roared. __he wildest imaginable.

A job isn__ __ill death do us part_

He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he__ seen the humor in life? And now, of all places, in an enemy camp, with a strange woman who made him burn. Burn with desire. Burn with need. A desire and need not only for her and her body, but for something he couldn__ quite name.

He clutched her to him with a desperate strength that almost hurt. "I will love you for your light, if you can love me through the dark times. And that love will be like the clear night sky when the moon is full. Not like the sun....but beautiful and bright enough to find our way.

My mum always taught that the truth will set you free._ __id she now?_ __m hmm,_ Lachlan brushed the pad of his pointer finger over her cheek__ silken skin. __ut she kept one truth hidden from me until very recently._ __hat was that?_ He gulped. __ou know the truth thing on the medallion? __ye._ __ell, if that__ my rallying cry, then it will mean the world to me if you trust that I__ not lying._ She let the disk drop back to his chest. __e can tell me anything, I__ reckon._ He needed to tell her the truth. __y father is _ was William Wallace.

I particularly want you to meet Miss Bucholtz._ The very idea made him uneasy. __hy is that,Ma__m?_ he bluntly asked. Mrs. Morgan hesitated. __eep this under your hat, mind you._ __es, Ma__m._ She let out a tired sigh. ____e brought Miss Bucholtz to replace Mr. Gabellini._ Howie pictured a dried up old spinster with the same commanding presence as Mrs. Morgan, a real battle-axe. __ireworks are coming. Are you sure a woman is the right, uh, person for the job?_ __ertha Bucholz is one of the best cooks I know. I guarantee by this time next month, you men will all be sporting five extra pounds.

I love stepping back in time

Her pinkie took matters into its own, er, pinkie, and moved oh-so-slightly, grazing his skin. His pinkie, judging by the shape and texture. Blood rushed and pounded through her veins, flushing her skin. This could not, in any way, be explained as an accidental touch. But he could feign sleep if he wasn__ interested. Did she want him to do that? What was she doing? She commanded her pinkie to drop, and thankfully, it obeyed. A jolt shot through her as his finger made a query, and the need clarified. The need represented her desire for some measure of control. Control over her general situation. Control over her attraction. She answered with a gentle finger stroke along his calloused, warm skin. A sharp breath pierced the dark air.

Geordie stepped forward and took her hand. __ hope you__e not tired, because I intend to keep you on my arm until the music stops.

With the way Bertha can cook and her good-natured personality, she__l be married in no time. We__l see to it!_ She cast a speculative glance around. __hy I see ten available men within a hundred feet of us. ... Bertha will manage just fine_ I hope.

Oh, the way he was looking at her, really looking at her . . . this was the Christopher of her dreams. This was the man who had written to her. He was so caring, and real, and dazzling, that she wanted to weep.__ thought . . ._ Christopher broke off and drew his thumb over the hot surface of her cheek.__ know,_ she whispered, her nerves sparking in excitement at his touch.__ didn__ mean to do that.___ know.__is gaze went to her parted lips, lingering until she felt it like a caress. Her heart labored to supply blood to her nerveless limbs. Every breath caused her body to lift up against his, a teasing friction of firm flesh and clean, warm linen.Beatrix was transfixed by the subtle changes in his face, the heightening color, the silver brightness of his eyes.She wondered if he were going to kiss her.And a single word flashed through her mind.Please. . .

Howie rose and smiled down at her. __ just eat what__ put before me without being picky. I know everything you make will make my tastebuds bless the day you set foot in Morgan__ Crossing_ he drawled, waiting to see the adorable look of confusion that crossed her face when he flirted.Bertha lowered her gaze and looked up at him through her eyelashes.__nly your tastebuds?

There was a moment of tenderness between them, and for a moment he experienced the most rare, ridiculous emotion- hope.

Strange how a tiny hand could make the weight of his new responsibilities feel like a boulder on his chest.

I'll be fine. It's just hard to love somebody who doesn't love you back," Fallon answered.

He pulled her into his arms. Closing his eyes, he savored every inch of her small frame. God, why did she have to be the daughter of the Governor of Fort William? Why could she not be a simple lass from his clan. __ch, mo leannan, what am I to do with you?_ She took in a stilted gasp. __ove me.

Before Christina could stop herself, her gaze dipped lower. Holy saints, the outline of his manhood stretched the cloth taut. She__ never seen a man so well endowed. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her hand against her forehead and tried not to swoon while she forced herself to snap her gaze to his face. __hey__e braies, not box-ers._ She bent down, picked up his blue ones and held them up. __e ken?_ __ight, bra-ie-s,_ he said as if it were a new word for him. __ow do you keep them up?

Even through her coat, he could feel the curve of her arm, making him aware of their differences. Man and woman. Hard and soft.