““Never wear trousers or smallclothes again.” “Why not?” he asked in a husky growl. How could she possibly tell him how much she preferred his kilt, and how she’d grown accustomed to the green and silver garment fluttering around his knees and thighs? For fear of bloating his ego, she didn’t utter a word regarding how often she’d prayed to the wind, hoping it would toss the blasted thing around his waist. Heat rushed to her face as her gaze traveled over his chiseled body from abdomen to chest. She traced the same path with her fingers and gave in to the urge to explore.””
