Book 3 - Highland series
"You don't need a woman who will obey your every command," Samantha said. She arched her body to meet his lips as he kissed her collarbone. "You need a woman who will give you trouble every day of your life."
"Trouble is not what I'm wanting from ye today, lass," Duncan murmured against her skin.
The pale violet leine she wore was laced up the front. Slowly Duncan lifted the end of the leather cord holding it together and pulled. The cloth parted.
"Oh," she said softly," but trouble is what I"m going to give you, laddie."
Sam sat up and let the sleeves of the garment fall to her wrists, then tossed it aside. She laid back down, arms above her head, her eyes half-closed, her lips inviting, her hair spread out like a mermaid's across the sand. Duncan stretched out beside her and she held his gaze like a wanton as he watched the fire ignite in her eyes from his touch.
She slid her hands up to the vee of his shirt and knotting her fists there, jerked the material, rending it all the way to his waist. Then she pushed him backward to the sand, but before she could move, he stopped her.
"Not this time, lass," Duncan whispered. "This time, I'm on top."