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The Irish Warrior
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“He put his mouth by her ear. “Easy, now, Senna.” His thumb stroked her jaw as if he were gentling a wild thing. His sculpted body was hot behind hers. “Be easy "
“Stop touching me,” she pleaded in a whisper. His thumb stopped moving. “What?”
“Kiss me.”
The rest of him went completely still...
“What did ye say?” he asked in a low, masculine rumble…
Her heart started a strange thudding. Their voices were so quiet that the breeze blowing over them nearly drowned them out. Both were held paralyzed by the riders on the highway below. No one was going anywhere. In fact, it might all be over in a matter of minutes. And all she wanted was his touch.
If I am going to die, she suddenly decided, it will not be absent the touch of this Irishman.She touched his hand and slid it across the mere inch back to her lips. Shutting her eyes, she trailed the tip of her tongue over his warm flesh.His body rippled slightly, like wind over waves. She felt every muscle in his body shift, very minutely, very definitely. He brushed his thumb once over her parted lips. Her breath shuddered out.
“Did ye tell me to kiss ye, Senna?”
“I did.” Her whisper trembled.
“Why?”
“Because,” she whispered, “if I’m going to die, it will not be lacking all the things I am lacking at present.” A pause.
“Ye’re lacking a kiss, then?”
She nodded.”
― The Irish Warrior
“Stop touching me,” she pleaded in a whisper. His thumb stopped moving. “What?”
“Kiss me.”
The rest of him went completely still...
“What did ye say?” he asked in a low, masculine rumble…
Her heart started a strange thudding. Their voices were so quiet that the breeze blowing over them nearly drowned them out. Both were held paralyzed by the riders on the highway below. No one was going anywhere. In fact, it might all be over in a matter of minutes. And all she wanted was his touch.
If I am going to die, she suddenly decided, it will not be absent the touch of this Irishman.She touched his hand and slid it across the mere inch back to her lips. Shutting her eyes, she trailed the tip of her tongue over his warm flesh.His body rippled slightly, like wind over waves. She felt every muscle in his body shift, very minutely, very definitely. He brushed his thumb once over her parted lips. Her breath shuddered out.
“Did ye tell me to kiss ye, Senna?”
“I did.” Her whisper trembled.
“Why?”
“Because,” she whispered, “if I’m going to die, it will not be lacking all the things I am lacking at present.” A pause.
“Ye’re lacking a kiss, then?”
She nodded.”
― The Irish Warrior
