The rapid pulse in her wrist vibrated against his lips. His own rhythm matching the jumps in her heartbeat. He closed his eyes, breathed in her sweet scent one last time, and looked down into her eyes. She stared back at him, boldly assessing. God help him. He could not seduce her. He could not live with himself if he did. Expecting her to remove her hand, he closed his eyes again and sighed softly, willing his body to relax. Her hand slowly left his face. This is for the best. His heart and body ached at the loss and the unfulfillment of his desires. The next instant, her gentle hand stroked his chin and bottom lip and his whole body jerked. He kept his eyes closed, afraid to break the spell. Warm fingers slid down his neck. Shivers coursed up and down his spine. Sweet was the torment and fragile was his control as he felt it slip away. . Angela Quarles
And if you ever - and I do mean ever - try to leave me, I’m goin’ with you.
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Catherine Anderson
..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover.. . as more.
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Sarah MacLean
Annabelle gave him a chiding smile. “If you’re implying that I’m spoiled, I assure you that I am not.”“ You should be.” His warm gaze slid over her pink-tinted face and slender upper body, then sought hers again. There was a note in his voice...
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Lisa Kleypas
Where are we going?” Annabelle asked, resisting his hold on her wrist.“ To the house. If they’re not willing to be witnesses, then it seems I’ll have to debauch you in front of someone else.
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Lisa Kleypas
I’ve never heard of a man being so eager to confess to the parent of a girl he’s just ruined
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Lisa Kleypas
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The door opened, held by the butler, and Lord Montagu swept into the room, his presence overwhelming the space. She could swear even the flowers in their vases perked up and listed in his direction. Honest to Pete.
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Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?
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She needed a distraction. “Was that your mother?” The splashing stopped. “Are you going to converse while I bathe?” “Why not?” “Feels rather unseemly.” She laughed, picturing him sitting there, shocked and indignant. “We’re supposed to be married, right?” “You have a point, however I...
