The unexpected makings of a smile tugged at her lips. Here he was, hurt and wounded, and he was concerned about his horse. How very like a man.

Naked, Aidan watched from the bed with smoldering eyes. He grinned. “But come tame this monster first!

His eyes had grown dark and smoky. A silky undertone crept into his voice. "Never tempted by any man, Fionna. Never tempted by any man... before me. Never tempted by desire. Untouched by any man... before me." Lightly he molded the shape of her breast in his palm, his thumb traced the outline of her nipple. Bending low, his lips pressed a tiny kiss at the corner of her mouth, his breath warming her cheek as he whispered, "Are you tempted, sweet?

Somehow he held himself in check, willing away the tension strung throughout his form. Releasing a sigh, he kissed her knuckles, then rested his chin against her temple, inhaling the beguiling scent of lilies, aware of the silky little tendrils of hair that brushed his mouth.It brought a surprising peace to his soul.

Her fingers twitched. She shifted her head ever so slightly, her lips parted, her mouth upturned. Her breath was warm upon his throat. Aidan swallowed. Desire churned. His heart thundered. Heat raced through his veins. His cock was hard as stone. His body urged him to spread her thighs wide and take her here and now, to seat himself hard and tight and deep inside her and yield to the fire that seared his every nerve.

Her mouth dry, her gaze ventured inevitably down, past the curls on his chest and belly, clear to where his rod thrust high and hard against the white of one bare thigh.Her recall was instantaneous- as if she'd ever forgotten. As if she ever could! With stark, unremitting clarity, she remembered precisely how it had felt to touch him there, her knuckles buried in the coarse nest of curls that thickened and surrounded the base of his erection.

Naked, Aidan watched from the bed with smoldering eyes. He grinned. "But come tame this monster first!

Something was afoot. Someone was afoot, for she knew she was not alone. And this had nothing to do with the fearful creatures created by Miss Fionna Josephine Hawkes.Ah, yes, Fionna was a teller of tales, tales of the dark side of the soul, of supernatural beings that transcended belief. Without question, she possessed an imagination most vivid.

He wanted more. Much more. He wanted Miss Fionna Hawkes beneath him, around him, above him, her slim, naked limbs twined with his. He ached with the need to feel himself rooted deep and hard, all the way to her womb.

She opened her mouth, but his was already there. She knew what he was doing. Making her want... this. Making her want him.And she did. God help her, she did.On and on he kissed her, turning his mouth this way and that, his tongue twining with hers, long and deep. Then drawing back, his mouth almost flirting with hers.