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.

Why can’t I get enough of you?” she asked between kisses. “Do you want to?

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.

He turned to look at her. "We've some talking to do.""Didn't we do that on the plane ride over here?""I doona remember talking. I remember kissing, touching, and many orgasms, but no talking.