The Man Was On Fire This Month
"He was the most breathtakingly gorgeous man"
"Silky black as midnight hair"
"Falling to his waist"
"The erotic golden eye eyes of a tiger"
~The Dark Highlander~
Seduction was this:
One look at him in nothing but a towel.
Towering, 200 pounds-plus of glistening golden skin poured over solid muscle, a sinfully small towel about his hips. Sculpted torso, rippling abs. A small cut marring his muscled chest, from their skirmish yesterday. A dark silky trail of hair disappearing beneath the soft white fabric.
Wet. Little beads of water shimmering on his skin. Thick black hair slicked back from his face, falling in a wet tangle to his waist.
And she knew that if she said the word, he would stretch that incredible body full length on top of her and...
Chloe made a little puffing noise, as if the air had been knocked out of her. "G' morning", she managed. "Madainn mhath, lass," he purred his reply in Gaelic, steadying her by the elbows....
The man was just too beautiful for any woman's peace of mind. ...
"I'll be but a few moments getting dressed."
He skirted around her and went up the stairs. She turned, bemused, watching him with wide eyes. He hadn't even tried to kiss her, she thought. ...
Holy cow, she thought watching him. With each step he ascended, the muscles in his legs flexed, Perfect calves, hard as rock thighs. Tight butt. Trim waist flaring to muscular shoulders. Absolutely ripped with muscle, he was powerful looking in a lean hungry way. Time seemed to spin out dreamily while she watched him.
"Oh!, she gasped suddenly, going rigid with shock. Had he really done that?
God! How would she ever get that vision of him out of her mind?
At the top of the stairs the blasted man had dropped his towel.
As he was taking that last step. Legs slightly parted. Giving her the briefest glimpse of... oh!
She was still trying to breathe and not succeeding very well, when she heard a soft, husky and very smug laugh...