“At least it was dark. His eyes drifted down over her body, the ripe curves in the moonlight, and a dreamy expression crossed his face, just before he leaned forward and put his mouth against the side of her neck,… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“What are you thinking?” I ask her, curious. “That I should have done that years ago,” she says, a dreamy expression on her face. My bark of laughter echoes loud in the cave.” — Ruby Dixon Copy Share Image
