Читать книгу Taming Her Irish Warrior - Michelle Willingham - Страница 2
Оглавление‘Looking for something?’ he accused.
The last time she’d seen Ewan he’d been a gangly boy of sixteen. The boy had become a man. A handsome one, at that. His dark blond hair was cut short, emphasising a lean face and a strong jawline. Broad shoulders revealed a tight strength she hadn’t remembered. Ridged muscles lined his abdomen, down to …
Oh, dear God above. He was naked.
With that, every coherent thought left her. He looked like a savage Celt. Ewan had a wildness about him that made her uneasy.
He released one wrist and ripped her hood free.
‘You’re a woman.’
She couldn’t gather up her thoughts to answer, and before she knew it his mouth came down upon hers.
