Whether he knew it or not, it was her Drustan, damn it all, just a month and five centuries younger.
Karen Marie MoningMots clés karen-marie-moning gwen drustan kiss-of-the-highlander
My trews may be soft, lass, he thoughts, but what's in them isn't.
Karen Marie MoningMots clés karen-marie-moning soft hard gwen drustan kiss-of-the-highlander trews
When Drustan reached the bottom step, she flung herself into his arms.
He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he'd finished, she was gasping for air and laughing.
"My turn?" Dageus teased.
Mots clés karen-marie-moning gwen drustan kiss-of-the-highlander dageus
She'd had her way, and had the top--the third time--informing him he was her 'own private playground'.
Karen Marie MoningMots clés karen-marie-moning gwen drustan kiss-of-the-highlander playground
Gwen smiled. "Hardly. Bedraggled is being in the full throes of nicotine withdrawal, and after a week on a bus with a group of senior citizens, falling into a cave, and landing on a body."
"And then getting tossed back a few centuries, with no idea of what's going on," Chloe agreed. "Naked, too, weren't you?"
Gwen nodded wryly.
Gabby blinked.
"I gave you my plaid," Drustan protested indignantly.
Mots clés karen-marie-moning gwen chloe drustan the-immortal-highlander gabby plaid
Finally, Dageus finished, and she heard Gwen and Chloe say simultaneously, breathlessly, "Oh, my God."
Gabby opened her eyes.
Drustan had risen to his feet and was scowling, an expression mirrored by his twin. Both were glaring at Adam--whom they obviously could now see. Then at their wives, then back at Adam.
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He started to pull away again but she called his name so he stopped.
“Yeah?”
“Before you go, give me the dimples,” she demanded.
That thing in his throat prickled and Hawk dipped his head and kissed the indentation at the base of his wife’s throat. Then he lifted his head and smiled at her.
Her hand came to his face and he felt the pad of her thumb in one of his dimples.
Then her eyes moved from her thumb to his and she smiled back.
My clutch and wrap had fallen to the floor
because both my arms were around his neck, my body was plastered to
his, one of his arms was tight around my back, the other hand had
slid in my dress and down and was cupping the cheek of my ass, skin
to skin (I was wearing a thong, which was a smart move on my part
not only to avoid panty lines but because his warm, strong hand
cupping my ass felt freaking great)
when I heard my father clear his throat.
Our relationship wasn’t easy. It wasn’t mellow. It wasn’t comfortable and sedate. He was too bossy and I was too much of a smartass. We bantered and sometimes we fought. But I’d learned I was completely unable to endure Hawk being mad at me and then I’d noticed that Hawk felt the same. No grudges were ever held. We created sparks but those sparks never caught the kind of fire that could do damage. Instead, we got over it and moved on.
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