Heating her blood until deep, trickling desire stirred between her legs again.Aye, there could be no question. Full naked and magnificent, the Keeper of Cuidrach took her breath away. Her whole body quivered just looking at him. Ne’er had she seen a more beautiful man.“Will I suit?” His voice came low, husky. Almost amused. “To spend you solace and comfort? Of course, only for the—”“Time we have,” she finished for him, a sharp pang lancing her at the thought of parting.The strictures of their borrowed bliss.And they hadn’t even yet comforted each other.Not truly.Her breath quickening with something that felt too much like annoyance, Mariota tore her gaze from the part of him she was certain might be difficult to fit inside her, and looked instead at his handsome face.A scarred but wonderful face. One she knew she could gaze upon forever and ne’er see enough. Especially when he looked at her with such a shamelessly seductive smile. A smile she wanted for keeps—as she wanted the man!Biting her lip, she pushed up on her elbows, fast-beating little bits of resentment pricking the haze of her arousal.
