Just a taste…

(from The Celtic Knot: Suit of Cups, coming 1/7/13 from Lyrical Press)

Lily lifted Ian’s hand, her mouth curving into a sensual smile as she encircled the tip of his finger with her lips and lightly flicked it with her tongue.

Ian was immediately certain of two things–one, his heart had just stopped, and two, they were going to need to leave the restaurant very, very soon. She’s trying to kill me. I want this woman to the point of madness and she’s trying to kill me, he thought. “I have a confession to make…” he said, hesitating.

“And what is that, my love?” She leaned forward to listen, affording him a wonderful view of her lush breasts.

Bloody hell, he groaned inwardly when his mutinous body reacted to the scenery. “I’ve been looking forward to this evening for selfish reasons. I had, ah…hoped to entice you back into my bed tonight.”

“Well, as long as it is a night for confessions, I’m afraid I have one of my own,” Lily said, her voice quiet and somber.

Oh, shit. That can’t be good. “What is it, sweetheart?”

She glanced around, motioning him closer. With a long, meaningful look she whispered, “I’m not wearing anything under this dress…”


~ by Shannon MacLeod on November 10, 2012.

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