It was a kiss meant to set her ablaze. And as always, it worked.

V slowly pulled her toward him. “You’re beautiful in the moonlight.

Want to go for a swim?” His question startled her. Claire blinked up at him. “Are you serious?” “Aye.” “But… I don’t have a swimsuit.” His grin was slow curving his lips. “Neither do I.

He needed no one. For to trust was to be betrayed.

Unable to help herself, she traced the tat, startled by the black and red ink mixed together. But it was the dragon design itself that made her skin prickle with awareness, appreciation. Soul-sucking desire.

You're a Scott," the Dark said, his lips peeled back in displeasure, as if just saying the word was revolting."And you're Irish. I'm so glad we got that settled.

What do you want?""You." His voice was soft, low. His eyes were intense and watchful.

She drank in the sight of him, the power, the virility, the sheer sexiness. She knew just how well those lips of his kissed, how gentle and coaxing his hands could be, and how mouth-watering his body was.

She slid her fingers into his thick hair and melted while he kissed her as if there were no tomorrow. He tempted, he seduced, he enticed.And she willingly followed.