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Lust was no surprise. Present a man who'd not known a woman in a while with the sight of a naked one, and there was no power on earth that could restrain his cock from rising. But the tenderness in his chest nearly knocked him down. He longed to hold her, to whisper endearments, to kiss away her fears and offer her the protection of his body as well as its need. "Elspeth," he said reverently, as if her name were a prayer. That broke the sp..
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naked
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And what's a healer's touch like?" she asked, working quickly to push the needle through and tie off another knot, closing his wound with each stitch. "Light as a feather. Like this." He moved his hand from her arm to her breast. His fingertips brushed the bared skin above her bodice in teasing strokes. She held herself still, beguiled by the sensation. She'd never have guessed her body would react so to a man. She should be afraid, she kne..
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physical-pleasure
sensational
touch
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She looked up at him, her eyes enormous. He noticed they were hazel, the sort that picked up whatever hue was near. Now they were the same shade of green as the moss ringing the cavern.
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hazel-eyes
green
shade
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rogue
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and skidded to a halt before him. "The prisoners are gone, Lionheart!"
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Oh, Rob, ye're alive!" Elspeth put both arms around his neck and hugged him close. "I was afeard ye were gone, but ye're alive!" "Aye, lass," he said with a sinful grin. "Completely alive." She was suddenly aware of the hardness of his groin against her belly and pulled back away from him."
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elspeth-and-rob
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He turned around to look at the house. Elspeth was behind one of the vellum-covered windows. Did she wonder where he was? If it had been high summer and the windows left uncovered to let in a breeze, would she have peeked out at him as he stood on the shoal, naked as God made him? He soaped up his groin. Just the thought that Elspeth might spy on him at his bath made part of him happier than it ought to be, considering the temperature.
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I promise ye, lass, I'll keep ye safe. No one will harm ye." He grasped at anything he could think of to dry up her tears. "I offer ye the protection of my body and my sword arm for as long as we bide together. And any time ye might have need of them after." Her whole frame shuddered with a silent sob. "Please, lass." He stroked her from the crown of her head to the base of her spine. She shivered under his touch, so he didn't do it again. ..
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highlander-romance
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Connie Mason |
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His mouth descended upon hers and swallowed up her cry. She'd been kissed sweetly before, stylized expressions of courtship during some of the dances favored by Queen Mary's court. This kiss bore no resemblance to those. This was a ravishment, a demanding plunder of her mouth. He stole her breath, but she was so surprised by the sudden invasion, she didn't think to pull away. She froze like a coney confronted by a fox. He filled her with br..
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kissing
ravishment
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Connie Mason |
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Elspeth reached up a tentative hand to comfort him, palming the cheek that wasn't covered with woad. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer. Her lips parted. His tongue swept in. Her belly clenched, and a warm glow settled between her legs. He left her lips and began kissing her chin, her cheeks, her neck. "Ach! Ye're sweet, lass." Pity dissipated like morning mist. Instead, little wisps of pleasure followed his mouth's pa..
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physical-pleasure
highlander-romance
sensational
pleasure
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Connie Mason |
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This will hurt ye more than it does me," she said as she pulled the thread through his skin. "Nay, lass, you're but tickling me," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. His thumb rubbed back and forth over her forearm. "What are ye doing?" she demanded. "Hmm?" He blinked, all innocence. She looked pointedly down at his hand. His thumb stopped. "I was just distracting myself a bit from the pain," he said. "Ye're fair soft." "Ye're accustomed ..
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physical-pleasure
silky
skin
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Connie Mason |
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When she first realized he was there watching her, she couldn't believe it was happening. There she was, bare as an egg, and his intense gaze made her lose the will to move. His stare had lingered at her breasts. She'd had to bite the inside of her cheeks to keep from covering her nipples with her hands to still the ache. And when his gaze traveled down her body, little flames seemed to lick her skin. When he smiled at her private parts, sh..
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elspeth-stewart
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Her first instinct was to look away, to shield her wicked thoughts and feelings from his penetrating gaze. But if ever there was a time for truth between a man and a woman, this was that time. She met his eyes steadily and didn't care whether he saw the abandon and bliss she felt. His face held a cross between the wonder of a boy on Christmas morn and the knowing look of a man who was exquisitely aware of what wicked things he was doing to ..
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highlander-romance
lust
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Stop." She covered her breast with her own hand. "That's no' a healer's touch." His smile was sin incarnate. "Ye've the right of it there, lass. That's a lover's touch. And ye've had only the smallest bit of the pleasure, only a taste of what I would give ye an' ye allow it." "No," She scrambled to her feet to put some distance between them. "An' ye try to take me, I'll scratch yer eyes out, Rob MacLaren." "I'd not take ye. Not a step furth..
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highlander-romance
suggestive
pleasure
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Connie Mason |
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If your heart's no' engaged in your marriage, then ye shouldna be averse to a wee bit of lust outside of it," he said, advancing around to her. She made him feel pleasurably male again. He decided to listen to his groin and not stifle the urge. Lust wasn't the same as love. Surely it wouldn't be a betrayal of Fiona if he used his body to wreak vengeance on his enemy. Especially not if he convinced Lachlan's bride to succumb willingly. "Ye i..
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physical-attraction
lust
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Connie Mason |
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He gazed into her eyes. There were little flecks of gold ringing her pupils. Now that she wasn't running from him or terrified by him, he realized Elspeth Stewart was really quite a beauty. Her lips were full and lush. By some trick of musculature under her smooth skin, the corners of them turned up naturally in a beguiling half smile, as if she were hugging a delicious secret to herself. There were soft hollows beneath her rosy cheeks, a ..
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feminine-beauty
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She smelled faintly of heather and evergreen boughs. Scent was an extravagance. He wondered where she dabbed the fragrant oil. The thin skin of her wrists? The pulse point at her white throat? Or maybe in the sweet hollow between her breasts? Thinking about all of those soft, forbidden places made him feel rampantly, throbbingly male. He wanted to search out those tender spots, bury his nose in them, and lave them with his tongue.
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elspeth-stewart
lust
scent
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Connie Mason |
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As I recall," he said as his fingertip skimmed the tops of her breasts, "I enjoy the sounds a woman makes when I pleasure her." "Ye'd not enjoy these sounds." She slapped his hand away. "And if ye take me, there'd be no pleasure." "As a maid, ye canna know that," he said, lifting one of the long locks of her chestnut hair to his lips and inhaling her scent. "And I dinna think ye'll scream, not in the way ye mean, in any case." "Ye'd have to..
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highlander-romance
lust
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