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“...She did what she should never have done. For a second time, she drew close, took hold of his shoulders, and gave him a kiss, only this time on the ...cheek. His mouth curved up wickedly, his eyes showing the same heated expression, right before he slipped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his body -- his already aroused body -- and kissed her. Hot, hard, in charge, possessive, filled with want and need and so much more.”

“May I rest with you, lass?" "Are you feverish again?" She sat up at once as if she had neglected to ascertain his health first before she tried to rest. "Nay, lass. I am well, but you appear to be shivering." She glanced at Gunnolf, who quickly hid his grin and closed his eyes. "Aye, you may," she said, and Niall tried not to show how eager he was to hold her close again. Before she snuggled against his chest, she felt his forehead, just in case, and he took her hand and kissed it. "No fever, aye?" "You are fine, thank the Lord." And then she cuddled against his chest, and he believed, despite their circumstances, he had found a bit of heaven.”

“For the remainder of the meal, Ruairi sat and listened while the woman laughed at Fagan's jesting, cast smiles at Fagan, and asked him questions about Ruairi's home. Clearly Ruairi couldn't answer, so his only option was to sit mute. Perhaps this wasn't one of his most brilliant ideas. Mistress Denny must think him daft. He took another drink from his tankard and tried to think of all the ways to kill the captain of his guard. Her gentle laugh tinkled through the air. Her nearness was overpowering, but it had been quite a long time since he had shared his bed with a woman. When visions suddenly appeared of the sultry temptress lying beneath him, a cynical inner voice cut through his thoughts. He hated when his cock ruled his mind. Ruari brought his tankard to his lips and took another big gulp, quickly realizing he needed something much stronger than what was in his cup.”

“For the remainder of the meal, Ruairi sat and listened while the woman laughed at Fagan's jesting, cast smiles at Fagan, and asked him questions about Ruairi's home. Clearly Ruairi couldn't answer, so his only option was to sit mute. Perhaps this wasn't one of his most brilliant ideas. Mistress Denny must think him daft. He took another drink from his tankard and tried to think of all the ways to kill the captain of his guard. Her gentle laugh tinkled through the air. Her nearness was overpowering, but it had been quite a long time since he had shared his bed with a woman. When visions suddenly appeared of the sultry temptress lying beneath him, a cynical inner voice cut through his thoughts. He hated when his cock ruled his mind. Ruairi brought his tankard to his lips and took another big gulp, quickly realizing he needed something much stronger than what was in his cup.”

“Lightly, he fingered a loose tendril of hair on her cheek. When her lips parted in surprise, he knew he should have pulled away. But at that moment, his hand instinctively came down on her shoulder in a possessive gesture. Without looking away, she backed out of his grasp. "Ruairi..." "Ravenna, before I change my mind, I verra much want to kiss ye right now." God help her. His words would be her undoing. Ravenna wondered what it would be like to feel the warmth of Ruairi's lips, the strength of his touch. She forced herselt to settle down. She needed to stop thinking - now. Because no matter how much she tried to deny it, she wanted him to kiss her too. His hands slipped up her arms, bringing her closer. Ravenna vowed not to become too involved with him. She couldn't. She shouldn't. Oh, bloody hell. He lowered his mouth to hers, and his lips were more persuasive than she cared to admit. The sweet taste of ale lingered on his breath. His kiss was urgent, and she was shocked at her own response to his touch. He seared a path down her neck, her shoulders, and then his lips recaptured hers. Ruairi took her mouth with savage intensity, forcing her lips open with his thrusting tongue. Her knees weakened, and if not for the support of his hand at her back, she would have fallen.”

“Your men are watching the border, Torquil is now within the castle walls, and Angus is with Fagan." She raised her brow, "Everything is once again under control. I think we passed the time quite nicely. Wouldn't you say, Laird Sutherland?" Ruairi chuckled as he fastened his kilt. "I would think so. I have to admit, I've ne'er had so much fun in my study before." "I would certainly hope not." She ran her hand over the top of his desk. "I dare say, I don't think you'll ever be able to think of your desk the same way again.”

“You are truly blessed with Torquil." "I'm reminded of that every day. To be honest, I havenae seen him that happy for a long time." She tapped him on the arm. "Oh, Ruairi, I can't say I'm responsible for that, but I thank you just the same." He raised his hand and softly brushed his thumb over her cheek. "Ye brought the light back into his eyes." For a long moment, he looked back at her. "And mine as well, lass.”

“Where is Mistress Denny? I thought she was going to bring Angus herself." John tried unsuccessfully to mask a smile. His eyes watered from laughter and he brought up his sleeve to wipe them, turning slightly away from Ruairi. When the man laughed, he looked ten years younger. "Ye see, my laird, Angus leaped on Mistress Denny and pushed her down into a pile of horse manure. When a couple of Ruairi's men passed in front of Torquil's door carrying a tub, Ruairi stared at John and then turned to Fagan as the men burst out laughing. Fagan threw back his head, slapping his hands on his thighs. "You couldn't just leave well enough alone, could you?" asked a voice from the hall. Ravenna stepped into the room and the men gazed at her with wide eyes. When Angus rose and attempted to move toward her, she help up her hand to stay him. "Don't. You. Dare. You wicked, wicked beast. I've had enough of you for one day. Sit Down!" When Angus sat on command, Fagan murmured, "Bloody coward.”

“She didn't believe he could still be thinking about the kiss --like she was. After praising him for a job well done, she couldn't think of another thing to say. She should tell him she didn't kiss men like that, ever, but she thought it might be better if they didn't discuss it. He probably kissed all the lasses like that and didn't give it another thought.”

“On the other hand, they were alone in the dark, and that had her thinking of kissing and other possibilities, which she swore she was going to ignore this very minute! "What a delightful scent I smell," he said, drawing closer, his stride shorter now, his voice seductive, playful, and very interested. She would not let him get her all excited again, not let him melt her with his touches and then leave again. "I hear your breathing, lassie, and your heart beating out of bonds. The lass isn't stealing the laird's wine, is she?"... He laughed, his voice dark and sexy. "You are not in charge of this castle, You are a pirate. What should I do with a pirate who is stealing the laird's wine, eh? When he is my best friend?"... "I believe I've found the lassie I want to keep for my own."... "Why is the door locked?" Julia asked. "We are negotiating terms of surrender," Grant hollered back. "I'm no releasing my captive maiden until we get this right."... She never thought she would mate her next wolf like this -- in a Highland castle's wine cellar with a hot alpha wolf wearing a kilt and nothing else, while she wore a medieval wench's gown and nothing underneath.”