The softness of her touch, the emerald eyes gazing into his when they held hands and circled, attacked his defenses and flung them aside as if he were a helpless lad. If she'd come at him with a dagger, he might have let her stab him in the heart.

Enya assessed him like a woman would a piece of fine cloth. "Rugged land for a rugged man.

His tongue tapped his top lip as he cupper her breast in his hand. "Tis boidhche --beautiful.

Her breath caught when his erection shot to rigid. "Merciful Father, Ye're like a stallion with a mare in heat.

Are ye always standing like a stallion?"His low chuckle brought another wave of gooseflesh across her skin."Only when Ye're near.

Were ye sent by the fairy folk? Do no' lie to me.

I do no' think ye should lick me leg.

Are ye hungry?" she asked, her voice soothing.His stomach growled. "I could cut the heart out of a stag and eat it raw."She chuckled. "Fortunately, we do no' have to go to such extremes.

Holy fairy feathers, why does he have to be so handsome? Why couldn't a haggard old man have washed ashore?