71 Quotes by Vonnie Davis

Legends have it that once a Scot covers a lass with his plaid, his intentions are spoken.

His head tilted to the side and humor twinkled in his dark eyes. "Turn yer back."'Are you shy? What's wrong, big guy? Afraid to show me your Scottish bagpipe? Are ye built like a moose and hung like a mouse?

He splayed his fingers in her hair and stared at her for a few moments. "I'm giving in to the need to do what I wanted the minute I saw ye exit the Land Rover with the Scottish gales blowing about yer golden hair.""What?""I'm going to kiss ye.

If ye place yer hand in mine, ye're saying yes to all I plan to do to ye" - he jerked his chin to the Oriental rug ---" here on the floor in front of the hearth. I will love ye like no man in yer past ever has and like no man in yer future would ever dare to try. For ye are mine, beloved, and from this moment until our last, a part of us will belong to the other.

While we're out shopping this afternoon, maybe we can find a Scottish man for me." Effie waggled her eyebrows. "I know just the size I want.

He focused his mind on other things so his pecker would behave and not turn any harder than it already was. Things like pruning bushes, and weeding the vegetable garden, and planting his cock deep inside her. "No, No, not that, I mustna dwell on that.

I told Bryce if he left without me, I'd turn his pecker into a snail." She arched an eyebrow at Ronan. "Do you have any objection to my riding along?" His hand went to his crotch. "No, ma'am, none at all.

Tell me about Bryce, Sparrow." Effie bit into a cookie and aimed blue eyes her way. She shrugged. "What's to tell? He's the youngest of the Matheson brothers, but then maybe ye ken that since yer granddaughter is married to the eldest." "No. Tell me about your relationship with him and how you ended up with his muddy hand prints on your boobs. I'm betting that story is a barn burner.

My Morris, bless his heavy-hung manhood, was a muscular man too." Bloody hell, is she talking about her dead husband's manly parts? His tadger?