william-wallace

He inclined his head toward a fallen log. "Come. Let us break our fast." She pushed the heels of her hands against her temples as if she had an ache in her head. "I need a cup of coffee." William sat on a log. "What is this ye say ... coffee?" She looked at him and arched one brow as if she considered him daft. "It's a hot drink that helps me wake up in the morning." "But ye are already awake.

Barely able to breathe, Eva's tongue slipped across her lips. He moved a bit closer. "Every time ye walk past, I want ye. Your scent sends my insides into a maelstrom of need." She closed her eyes and drew out the moment, wishing he'd say that again. Oh, how delectable to listen to a medieval Scotsman declare his desire.

She swatted the fur beside her. "Sit." Growling, he shoved his dirk back in its sheath. "I'll listen, but if ye lift a finger against me, I'll slit your throat afore ye can draw your next breath." "I'll keep that in mind." Eva smoothed her fingers over her throat ...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

When their lips finally met, all the pent up emotion within Christina__ breast surged, funneling into a whirlwind of heat. Pushing away all thoughts, she allowed herself only to feel. Lachlan could be so physical, so powerful, so brutal, but when he wrapped his arms around her, Christina felt invincible. Be it true or nay, she felt loved, and cherished, and valued. Reaching up, she slid her fingers through his locks. Soft waves of thick tresses contrasted with hardened male_. As his kiss eased, he cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand. __ wish I could hold you in my arms forever.

He hadn__ landed on the battlefield to save Christina, at least not entirely. He__ landed there because it was meant to be _ because his destiny lay with a bonny woman who would capture his heart and show him honor and respect on a uniquely deep level that had been lost in the twenty-first century.

When she straightened, he leaned back in the chair, his eyelids heavy. __y God, woman, you know how to make a man melt.