king-james

He poured a splash of liquid into a second cup. __ome in and warm yerself by the fire._ Ariana walked deeper into the room, toward the glow of the hearth. It__ heat enveloped her skin and eased away the chill with such expediency, she almost sighed. Connor appeared beside her with a metal cup extended. __ canna sleep often myself._ She closed her fingers around the cool surface and glanced at the dark liquid within. A sharp scent hit her nostrils. __hisky,_ Connor said. He was perfection in the firelight. Shadows etched his jaw while the light softened his face, his lips. The powerful lines of his chest were visible at the neck of his leine, as well as a dark peppering of small curling black hairs. __hisky,_ Ariana said with a forced stare at the cup instead of him. __f course. I drink this all the time._ __ye, I knew that about ye. When I first saw ye, I thought, __ow there__ a lass who can handle her whisky.__ Connor winked at her with disarming playfulness. __t__l do ye some good. Take off the chill and settle yer thoughts._ __hy do you assume my thoughts are unsettled?_ she asked. He took a swallow from his cup. __ecause sleep comes easily to those without weight on their minds._ Ariana took a careful sip from her own cup, the way she__ seen men at the card tables drink. The liquid burned like sin down her throat and caught in her chest. She gritted her teeth and swallowed hard several times to keep from sputtering. Though she__ hoped to keep her reaction discreet, the grin on Connor__ face told her he saw through her guise. __t__ good._ Her voice came out in a croak and Connor laughed. It was a warm, rich sound and she found it terribly pleasing. His eyes crinkled. __ow that we__e discovered yer love of whisky, why dinna ye tell me what__ got yer thoughts heavy?

Her breathing came faster, evidenced by the repeated rapid swell of her breasts against the low-cut bodice. Before he could let his thoughts circle around once more, he cupped the elegant line of her jaw in his palm. Her eyes widened. __re you going to kiss me?_ she whispered. Instead of answering, he lowered his mouth to the luscious warmth of hers.

A Bible not read is like a bulb not lighted. Only insane people will love to work in the darkness with Kings' bulbs which are not switched on! ... and so goes the one who has the King James' but does not search into it!

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand.