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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
A moment later he was sent sprawling on a hard wood floor. The idiots left him alone – why they thought a simple bash on the head would keep him immobile for long was beyond him. They wouldn't have much of a career if they made mistakes like this. There were times when the incompetence of the enemy was simply an insult."
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
She could feel the hot tears pouring down her face, and she pressed it against the stone. MacGowan, you stupid bastard, she thought. Why did you have to go and get yourself killed? I care about you.Care about you. Stupid phrase. She knew the truth, and right then the least she could do for the man who'd died protecting her was to admit it. She was stupidly, idiotically in love with him. He didn't deserve it, she was smart enough to know better, but all the rationalization in the world didn't help. It simply was.
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
There were times when she was honestly afraid of him. He could kill, had killed for her on a number of occasions, seemingly without a moment's hesitation or an ounce of regret. He was mercenary, brutal, charming, devious, and yes, any other woman would think he was sexy as hell. Not her.Not her. Oh hell, yes, her. The way he moved, as if he understood his body better than any man had a right to and knew just how to use it for a woman's maximum pleasure. The way his gray eyes slid over her, coolly caressing. It meant nothing, it was part of his stock in trade, and yet she felt it slide over her skin like a physical touch.
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
Without his shirt she could see just how bony he was, probably twenty or thirty pounds under his fighting weight from his years in captivity. He loomed over her, and she finally understood her ambivalence. He had protected her, killed for her, led her to safety. He was safety.But he was also big and raw and so elementally male that it made her teeth sweat. She'd spent most of her life blissfully above the calls of the flesh and the dark, desperate couplings that subsumed others. She didn't like sex, didn't want sex. Body parts were simply that. She looked at MacGowan and thought about sex.
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
Revenge was a dish best served cold.
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
{Finn} "You're sure you're not a sister?" he tossed back at her, his voice little more than a growl on the night air.She was closer than he thought, making decent enough headway on the steep hill. "I'm an only child."Stupid, he thought. "I'm asking if you're a holy nun.""I told you, I'm not a nun, holy or otherwise."Okay, she met the criteria for fuckable.
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
He caught up with her outside her doorway, when she almost gave up. He said nothing, simply pulled her into his arms, against his strong, hard body, and his hand slid beneath her hair, tilting her face up to his. "No more running away?" His voice was rough.His eyes glittered down into hers, and if she wanted tenderness it wasn't there. Simply a dark, naked heat sparking between them."No more running away," she said.
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
The vibration of laughter increased, and for some reason it did even more to warm her than the heat from his big, strong body. "You know, Sister Beth, you're a dangerous woman.""You said that before, and I assume you're being sarcastic." She was too sleepy to come up with a real argument, too warm and safe for the first time in days to bestir herself. "I can't imagine anyone more pathetically weak than I am. What could I possibly do to you?""Sweetheart, you could make me fall in love, and that's fatal.
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
He wanted her hands on him, he wanted her mouth on him, he wanted to take her from behind, leaning over the bunk, he wanted her to go down on him, he wanted everything he could possibly think of and more. He wanted it hard and nasty, gentle and sweet. But most of all he wanted it now.
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
He moved around the wide counter, silent as always. She was sitting on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees, her fist in her mouth to try to quiet her sobs, and he realized he hadn't actually seen her cry before. {..}She must have felt his eyes on her, for she suddenly swallowed her sob on a choked gasp and looked up at him, her huge, sorrow-filled eyes a sharper pain than the knife slash.He moved slow enough, so as not to spook her, to give her plenty of time to move, but she stayed where she was, her huge eyes looking into his, and she fucking broke his heart, if he still possessed such a useless organ.
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
He halted abruptly, and this time she did slam into him, but at least it was his back absorbing the blow of her soft body. He could pretend to ignore it. "What have you got on your feet?" he growled."Shoes."He looked down, his eyes accustomed to the inky black. Light-weight sneakers, already soaking wet from the damp undergrowth. "Christ, woman," he muttered."I didn't exactly get a chance to choose my wardrobe when they kidnapped me," she said.Damned if he didn't like her.
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Anne Stuart _ On Thin Ice
{Beth} "You can't leave me behind!""I can and I will, if I have to break your neck to keep you from following me.""I'd like to see you try.""No, you wouldn't." His voice was flat, unemotional, but even in the darkness she could see the faint flicker in his eyes. She looked behind her, at the crumpled body of the pot smoking soldier, his head at an odd angle, his eyes open and staring."Oh, God," she whispered, horrified. What had seemed a strange kind of nightmare was suddenly, terribly real. "Did you kill him?""No, the tooth fairy came along and took care of him.
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