"Later," he promised, his voice a rough growl of need.

His voice was a low growl, rough with his passion, and she shivered in sensual reaction.

His voice was a rough growl as she stared up at him.

Mac's voice was a low, rough growl of rising hunger.

Her hips jerked at the rough growl of his voice, the harsh promise.

As her tongue stroked over him, a growl, rough and deep, vibrated from his chest.

Her voice had become little more than a rough growl, her shape a breath away from the panther.

His question was a hard, rough growl.

His voice was a rough growl, sending tingles of sensation rioting over her flesh.

He was an old man with a rough growl, not at all refined; yet something in his manner commanded respect.