The books I feature are from authors who were not afraid to be soulful, sappy, and/or suggestive when it came to their heroes. So, grab a seat, and pick up a pen and paper (or fire up your eReaders) so you can add these to your TBR collection.
Happy reading!
“Whatever suits ye, lass.”
He was so close his voice startled her. Arbella whirled around to see that he stood a foot away from her—nude.
Her eyes glued to the muscles of his chest, the light sprinkling of hair, his shoulders and she dare not look further.
“I prefer to sleep in my skin.” He walked around her and she caught a glimpse of his sculpted arse.
Her mouth fell open, breath caught. She’d never seen a man’s arse before…and never dreamed it would look so…look so…nice. Arbella snatched back her wayward hand that had reached out to touch him.
~ Eliza Knight, The Highlander's Reward
He held her close, her head just under his chin. Her breasts rose and fell against his muscled chest. Fear gripped her at what he might be contemplating and all she was feeling; she had to guard her heart, and at this moment that seemed an impossible task. After all, hearts could give themselves away.
Suddenly, he stepped back, holding her out with his arms. Mary wanted to reach for him. Her whole body ached for him, yet she knew she should not.“I’ll take you back.” With those words, his face changed, as if he’d donned a mask. His dark eyes grew cold, and the longing and desire she had seen in them moments before vanished.
~Regan Walker, Racing With The Wind
"Declan, please, I don't understand. Why won't you stay with me?"
He touched the tip of his nose against hers, peering deep into her eyes. "Don't misunderstand, Amalie. My body aches for you. I want nothing more than making love with you right this moment, but I won't be able to walk away once we've shared a bed." He cupped his hand along her cheek and smiled at her with tenderness. "You are the only love for me, but if you don't feel the same way--" He ran kisses along the sensitive part of her neck up to her ear.
"I don't know how I feel, Declan, except scared." I know." He rested his forehead against hers. "I'm scared, too."
~ Paisley Kirkpatrick, Night Angel
A movement at the door caught his attention. Isobel, with the cowl over her head, squeezed out and the wind shoved the door closed again.What the devil was she doing following him?
His lust surged to the forefront again, even though he knew there was no chance of taking her now. His body didn't care. What he couldn't remember from last night, his imagination filled in with spellbinding erotic imagery and sensations.
She strode toward him. "Dirk? Why did you walk out in such a way?"
How could she not understand? She knew little about men; that was why.
"Are you still angry with me?" she asked.
"Nay."
"But you don't trust me. That's clear."
"Aye. I do trust you. But I don't trust myself."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Clasping the icy stone before him, he shook his head. "Because—damnation, Isobel—I want you," he growled. "Can you not see that? I want… what we did last night… again."
Her eyes widening—in shock or interest—he couldn't be sure. She licked her lips and the action near drove him mad.
He squeezed his eyes closed against the luscious sight of her.
A second later, she touched his arm. His eyes sprang open and he glared at her. She was too close, her body practically against his.
"Isobel… go back inside." The chill wind snatched his words away, making them almost too low to hear.
She shook her head.
"Do as I say," he growled more sharply.
She bit her lip, looking unsure and vulnerable again.
"I'm not angry with you, lass," he said, trying to make his voice gentle. "I'm trying to protect you."
"I don't want to be protected from you."
Something fluttered and surged in his chest. Hell. He felt near senseless around her. As if his body and emotions were in control and his reasoning mind had abandoned him.
He breathed deeply of the cold air, but it would not dispel his hunger for her. She wanted him just as he wanted her. Her rosy lips lured him. He had to taste them one more time.
Letting go the bitter cold stone, he grabbed her to him. The flare of excitement in her eyes fueled his desires. Her lips were as cold as his, but the inside of her mouth was hot and sweet as he delved inside to taste her. His hands slid down her back to her waist to hold her close. Her fingers wove through his hair, pulling, but he didn't care. He wanted naught but to devour every last inch of her.
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