Knight in Highland Armor Quotes

“His kiss ignited a bone-melting fire that spread through her blood. He gradually edged her toward his chamber door.
Margaret paused and drew a ragged breath. "I do believe we should eat first, m'lord. I need my strength before we do that again."
Colin threw his head back with a rolling laugh. "You do have a way with words, wife. Come sup then, before I change my mind.”
― Amy Jarecki, Knight in Highland Armor

“Colin moved between her legs and kneeled. His eyes flashed with his rapturous grin. "I want to take you to a place you've never been." He dipped his chin, staring at her womanhood, his face only inches from her sex.
Was he going to kiss her there? She tried to close her legs, but met with hard shoulders. "Colin. You mustn't." She could scarcely utter the words, her body so inexplicably aroused.
"Close your eyes and give into the most erotic kiss of all.”
― Amy Jarecki, Knight in Highland Armor

“meddlesome”
― Amy Jarecki, A Highland Knight's Desire

“allowed”
― Amy Jarecki, A Highland Knight's Desire

“Bowing, he offered his hand. "I cannot bear to watch you dance with any other than me."
That must have satisfied her curiosity, because she giggled and grasped his hand. "I care not to dance with any other than you...if you can manage to keep up with me."
"Are you questioning my stamina?”
― Amy Jarecki, Knight in Highland Armor

“Tis as if the blow to his head is what Colin needed to set himself to rights."
Effie laughed. "I wish it were that way with every man. Then all we women would need do is carry around a wooden club.”
― Amy Jarecki, Knight in Highland Armor

“Mo leannan. You are sweeter than honey to a black-hearted knight." - Colin”
― Amy Jarecki, Knight in Highland Armor

“Margaret bolted from his grasp and sat upright. "My lord. I may not be well schooled in these things, but I believe the proper way to make love to a woman is to kiss her, not...ah...what you were just doing."
A devilish grin stretched Colin's lips, and his eyes grew dark. "You want me to kiss you, wife?" He reached for her hand and tugged. "Come here.”
― Amy Jarecki, Knight in Highland Armor

“Swallowing, she studied his lips, then kissed them - warm, ever so soft, disappointingly unresponsive.
"I want to kiss you. Only you, husband. Will you ever let me in?" she whispered.”
― Amy Jarecki, Knight in Highland Armor

“The great man seemed so peaceful. Margaret studied his face. His eyebrows were darker than his hair, arched boldly above his eyes, masculine yet not too thick. Due to the lateness of the hour, a dark shadow deepened the angular contour of his jaw, surrounding his perfectly formed lips. Oh how she remember kissing those lips. Not brutally, but softly, reverently, with passion. What could she do to entice him to kiss her again?”
― Amy Jarecki, Knight in Highland Armor

“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