Blake took a small roll from the tray on the table, then put it back in favor of a larger one. And… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“He moved to her earlobe and breathed, “First, I will blow, then I will lick, last I will bite.” Blake took his… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake had his own idea. He didn’t lead her to the dancefloor. Blake took her deeper into the corner behind their table.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“When she’d finished, Blake took the paper from her hands. He folded it and put it in his pocket, where it nestled… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He followed the lines of her face and arms. Livia bit the inside of her cheek as he outlined her breasts. He… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“That moment…that moment out there?” Blake pointed at the bed of army jacket, grass, and mint. “I’ve pictured it in my head… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake took off his jacket and blanketed her undergarments on the ground. He unbuttoned his shirt with the carelessness of a man… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He seemed to be drinking in her face, looking at her instead of into her. “Stop. Stop that. This isn’t goodbye.” Blake… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
