You sure you don't want me to come over? We could make a snowman in the garden, or one in front of the hotel for the guests' arrival tomorrow. Or we could build snow forts and have a snowball fight. Surefire way to wear you out and make you sleepy. Then we could have cocoa with marshmallows on top. And I've been dying to have a piece of that seven-layer chocolate cake. I can't quit thinking about it.

She ran her hand over his cock and said, "This is the only thing I ever want to come between us." His grin couldn't have stretched any further.

My brothers and I love A Christmas Story. It reminds us of ourselves when we were that age." "Your father didn't want to give you a BB shotgun because you might shoot your eye out?

Laurel returned to CJ's bedroom. "Do you want me to remove your clothes?" "Hell, yeah," he said, and the growly expression immediately vanished.

To the hottest wolf in a kilt, fighting or not, with the sexiest legs a lassie ever set eyes on.

Well, tomorrow I'll be in charge of a toga party. Will you wear a toga for that?"..."A Highland wolf doesn't wear a toga," he said.

He smiled. And she smiled back.And that was it.They quickly closed the distance between them, though she didn't remember moving. But she must have because she wasn't standing next to the sofa any longer and their lips were melded together as if they were meant to be that way. The wine on his lips and tongue tasted as divine as he did. His hands were on her bare shoulders, holding her in place while he worked miracles with his kisses.

She took her leave and he wondered what that discussion had really been about. He knew he could live another hundred years and still not understand the workings of a woman's mind.

Damn, woman, how we can go from analyzing finances to hot sex..."She pulled him down for another kiss. "We just love each other's assets way too much.