One eyebrow arched over soft blue eyes, even as her blood began to warm deliciously from his words and the implied actions. "Were ye now?" She licked her lips again, remembering the fine specimen of man that had walked out of the ocean just after she had. "I've always been fond of walls, m'self."

And couldn't she just picture those arms lifting her, positioning her, and...and it was all she could do to calm her breathing.