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" Colin stood. He walked toward her and reached out his hand. "Allow me to wash your hair." What the bloody hell am I doing?
She crossed her arms over her breasts and snapped her gaze to him. "You promised you'd keep your eyes averted."
He touched her tresses and ran his hand through them until his fingers met water. "I did, but I was wrong to do so." His voice deepened with his longing. He picked up a wooden bowl and knelt beside her.
Margaret's brows knitted when she met his gaze. Without removing her arms, she leaned forward and allowed him to ladle the water over her head. He took his time, massaging the water through her thick tresses. "May I have the soap?" he asked.
Margaret released one arm and fished through the barrel. Keeping her head down, she held up the soap. Colin wrapped his hand around her slender fingers. Tingles jittered up his hand, all the way to his shoulder. Reluctantly, he slid the cake from her grasp.
She took in a stuttering inhale. Unable to determine if his touch had affected her as it had him, or if she was merely cold, he wished he could see her face beneath her locks.
He lifted the cake to his nose and inhaled. As he closed his eyes, the fleeting picture of Margaret standing unaware and completely naked ravaged his mind. If only he were in heaven, he could gaze upon such beauty for an eternity. "
― Amy Jarecki , Knight in Highland Armor (Highland Dynasty #1)
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" Her heart nearly stopped when a hand slid over her mouth and another disarmed her. “I’m Commander Rodgers from the USS Washington, and you’re coming with me now,” an American growled in her ear. From the girth pressing against her back, he was solid—but Olivia could take him.
Grinding her teeth, she threw an elbow to his sternum. He blocked—so like a hotshot. Few people were fast enough to react to one of her strikes. But she’d nail him with her second try. Whipping around, she aimed a kick at his groin, but he blocked that, too. At least six-two and faster than an asp, Rodgers stopped her next kick by catching her ankle and giving it a twist—a warning.
“Enough. Come.” Jesus Christ, his eyes were the color of a teal lagoon and they drilled into her like daggers.
She shook her head. God, she wasn’t about to go anywhere with dagger-eyes. Not without a fight.
Suited up in scuba gear, his facemask cocked atop his head, the man had to be daft. “What the fuck, Aquaman?” she whisper-shouted. “If anyone sees you, we’ll both be shot before the first question’s asked.”
His eyebrows slanted downward over those damned eyes. “Yeah?” he whisper-shouted back. “Everyone on this boat will be dead in fifteen. If you want to live, you’ll do as I say.”
Olivia’s mouth went dry. She blinked, shaking her head. He had to be mistaken. One more day and al-Umari’s ass would be hers. “Are you off your trolley? I’ve put too much into this project to have it blown to smithereens. Call off your dogs before you cock-up the entire op. Now.”
“No can do,” he said like her hard-earned cover wasn’t about to become the greatest wipeout in MI6 history. “Sorry to ruin your party, but there’s a bomb attached to the hull. Can’t be killed, can’t be dislodged, and if you stand here arguing with me for one more second, you’ll explode into so many pieces, you won’t make a meal for a goddamned minnow.”
Those are my choices?
“Christ!” She jammed her finger under his nose. “When this is over, your ass is mine. "
― Amy Jarecki , Hunt for Evil (ICE #1)
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" Have you ever been kissed?"
"I --" Before she could utter her next word, Sean's lips brushed hers in the most feathery kiss she'd ever imagined. Her head spun. With a sigh, she swooned into him. "I've nay been kissed like that before."
"That was no kiss." He wrapped his arms around her as if creating a protective barrier where nothing in the world could harm her. His face looked incredibly bold in the moon glow -- desire filled his eyes, yet the dark shadow of his beard and long, wavy hair gave him a look of danger.
Hot blood thrummed beneath her skin as he studied her lips. His breath smelled of mint laced with a hint of aged whisky. Her tongue slipped out and wet her bottom lip.
Please, kiss me again.
With a tilt of his head, Sean plied her with his sultry mouth. Gyllis's knees wobbled, making her body crush into his hard chest. Her breasts molded into him, filling with desire. She closed her eyes and melted. If there was a heaven, she'd found it in his arms. "
― Amy Jarecki , A Highland Knight to Remember (Highland Dynasty, #3)
