Eric Lind was utterly masculine, outrageously sexy, and had a rake's reputation to match--how could Sylvia Mathieson allow herself to get lost in his bluer-than-blue eyes when she refused to be one of a crowd? Eric knew at first glance that she was the port he'd want in any storm, a spirited goddess with satin lips and a husky voice that made bedroom promises--without even trying. First he had to convince her he was not looking for a conquest, that he was only a man who needed comfort and the soothing fire of her love. Struggling with old hurts that time had sharpened, both felt dizzy with emotion and breathless with need. Trembling with excitement when Eric swept her into his life, she enjoyed her sensual battles with her fierce knight who claimed each victory with his lady's consent. Sylvia ached with longing for Eric thrilled to the sizzling heat of his body against hers, but could a man who roamed the skies ever choose to make his home in her arms?