Don’t you understand how much even one day of loving each other is worth? Some people are separated by distances they can never cross. All they can do is dream about each other for a lifetime, never having what they want most. How foolish, how wasteful to have love within your reach and not take it!
Husband and wives are never completely honest with each other – no marriage could survive it.
She strained as he began to kiss along the side of her neck. Her skin was hot from exertion, a little salty, and her scent was divinely arousing: horses, fresh winter air, roses.
Devon kept his mouth on her, easing the pleasure into relaxation. She summoned just enough strength to reach out and caress his hair. That might have been worth going to hell for, she thought, and didn’t realize she had mumbled it aloud until she felt him smile. A.
During bargaining talks, he always tried to maneuver the other side into saying yes as early and as often as possible.
Holly, sweet darling, you can’t possibly think I’m going to let you go.” He gathered her against him, besieging her with kisses.
You are an interesting woman, Amelia.” Gooseflesh rose wherever his breath touched. “I can’t f-fathom why you would think so.” His playful mouth traced the wing of her brow. “I find you thoroughly, deeply interesting. I want to open you like a book and read every page.
I don’t deserve her,” he mumbled, without intending to. “Of course you don’t. Neither do I deserve my wife. It’s an unfair fact of life that the worst men end up with the best women.
They exchanged a brief grin and Westcliff left the room. “Arrogant, high-handed creature,” Lillian remarked, her smile lingering as she watched the earl’s departure. “God, I adore him.
Love is not born of coarseness,” Phoebe said quietly. “The ability to love is the noblest quality a man can possess.
The village of Gretna Green lay in the county of Dumfriesshire, just north of the border between England and Scotland. In defiance of the strict marriage laws of England, hundreds of couples had traveled the coaching road from London, through Carlisle, to Gretna Green. They came on foot, by carriage or horseback, seeking an asylum, where they could say their marriage vows and return to England as man and wife.
In a few minutes, West had pinned Phoebe against a corner wall of the winter garden, in a sheltered space of stone and feathery leaves. He possessed her with passion-roughened kisses, almost eating at her mouth, greedily drawing in the honeysuckle taste of her. Her skin was milk-white with golden flecks, smoothness quivering at the stroke of his tongue.
You believe yourself to be in love with her.” “No,” Hunt countered in a relaxed manner, “I am in love with her.
I cry too easily,” she said in vexation. “I always have. I hate it.” “Why?” “It shows weakness.” “It shows strength,” he said. “Stoic people are the weak ones.
No, Redbird,” her father had replied, his mouth twitching at the corners. “That’s why I married your mother – she’s kind enough for two people.” “Mother,” Gabriel had asked hopefully, “could you be kind enough for three people?
Kindness counts the most when it’s given to people who don’t deserve it.
Romany Gypsies – the Rom, they call themselves – are a nomadic people. They dislike staying under one roof too long. It makes them feel imprisoned.
I wonder,” he said to Merripen, “what Hunt knows about Harrow? Do you know him well enough to ask?” “Yes,” Merripen said. “But even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t leave this place until I made him tell me.” That made Leo chuckle. “You may be the only one in this entire mansion who would dare try to ‘make’ Simon Hunt do anything. He’s a bloody big bastard.” “So am I,” came Merripen’s grim reply.
He undressed before her, dropping his shirt to reveal a tautly muscled torso and a chest covered with with black hair. His big-framed body was clearly built for power rather than elegance. Yet there was something innately graceful about the long lines of muscle and sinew, and the heavy breadth of his shoulders. He was a man who made a woman feel safe, and at the same time, deliciously overpowered.
There are items in the meat larder that are older than your relationship with Pandora. You can’t expect eternal love and devotion from a woman after a mere two weeks’ acquaintance.” She had laughed affectionately at his disgruntled expression. “Oh, I forgot. You’re Gabriel, Lord St. Vincent- of course you would expect that.