An excerpt from WISH FOR THE MOON:
“Rannulf may have let you in, but I guarantee
he’s just outside the door listening.
He’s listening for you to sound the alarm, for
furniture to fly. I am...infamous.”
“That’s ridiculous. Rannulf’s probably back in
his own quarters by now. Why would I raise such
a ruckus?”
Matthias’s hand tightened on hers. “Care to
test me?”
Carrie figured he’d meant his notion about
the eavesdropping knight, but for some reason
the way he’d said it, voice all deep and gravelly,
she conjured up intriguing images of her testing
him. All of him.
The stone walls were thick. You had to be
right by the door to hear raised voices within. She
could sing at the top of her lungs and
probably nobody would hear to come ask what
the racket was.
“If I kissed you...would you scream?” he
whispered.
“Of course I wouldn’t.” Oh, she hadn’t meant
to sound as if she welcomed another kiss. Which
she just might...”I mean, kissing you isn’t exactly
frightening. Right now, you’re paranoid and
drunk, but you’re not a beast. I’m not afraid of
you, and nobody thinks you’re going to hurt me. I
certainly don’t.”
He pressed her palm to his lips for a warm
kiss and then placed her hand just above his
heart. Butterflies danced in her stomach at the
sensation of his skin beneath hers. His chest rose
and fell on deep breaths. He stroked his knuckles
along the sensitive skin of her inner arm,
outstretched toward him. Awareness spurred the
blood in her veins to quicken under his motion.
he’s just outside the door listening.
He’s listening for you to sound the alarm, for
furniture to fly. I am...infamous.”
“That’s ridiculous. Rannulf’s probably back in
his own quarters by now. Why would I raise such
a ruckus?”
Matthias’s hand tightened on hers. “Care to
test me?”
Carrie figured he’d meant his notion about
the eavesdropping knight, but for some reason
the way he’d said it, voice all deep and gravelly,
she conjured up intriguing images of her testing
him. All of him.
The stone walls were thick. You had to be
right by the door to hear raised voices within. She
could sing at the top of her lungs and
probably nobody would hear to come ask what
the racket was.
“If I kissed you...would you scream?” he
whispered.
“Of course I wouldn’t.” Oh, she hadn’t meant
to sound as if she welcomed another kiss. Which
she just might...”I mean, kissing you isn’t exactly
frightening. Right now, you’re paranoid and
drunk, but you’re not a beast. I’m not afraid of
you, and nobody thinks you’re going to hurt me. I
certainly don’t.”
He pressed her palm to his lips for a warm
kiss and then placed her hand just above his
heart. Butterflies danced in her stomach at the
sensation of his skin beneath hers. His chest rose
and fell on deep breaths. He stroked his knuckles
along the sensitive skin of her inner arm,
outstretched toward him. Awareness spurred the
blood in her veins to quicken under his motion.