“Then, suddenly, she was convulsing around him, shimmering, flying apart. Seconds later, he followed, his own release ripping the lid right off his world. Slowly, like a feather on the breeze, he felt his spirit lilt back and forth until… — Norah Wilson Copy Share Image
“I wan to lie beside you and just listen to you breathe. When I've had a shitty day, I want to come home to… — Norah Wilson Copy Share Image
“The look he shot her was incredulous in the extreme. "You have a filing system for your shoes?” — Norah Wilson Copy Share Image
“(Cal) “I was thinking, maybe you’d like a livelier mount, since you’re obviously a skilled rider.” She glanced at him sharply. The fact that he’d paid her a compliment sank in her consternation at the thought of a more forceful mount under her. [...] “Thank you, no. I think I’ll stick with slow and steady.” His hooded eyes suddenly took… — Norah Wilson Copy Share
“She turned away in dismissal, only to have him grab her hand and whirl her around again. Before her startled gasp died, his mouth was on hers, his fingers buried in her hair. [...] He tasted like nothing she’d ever tasted before. Like dark fantasy. Like the sweetest temptation imaginable. And his scent! He smelled of cool night air and… — Norah Wilson Copy Share
“We had fun, didn’t we?” she said, her eyes glinting. “Well, apart from the last bit.” Fun? He remembered burying himself inside her and thinking he’d finally come home. He remembered pillowing his head on her breasts and coming apart in her arms. Fun? She took a step closer, her body language shouting that she was going to lean over… — Norah Wilson Copy Share
“Why did you call me?” he said. The question took her aback. She touched her tongue to her upper lip in a gesture she… — Norah Wilson Copy Share Image
“Her bathrobe came off with one sweep, exposing her silky skin, fragrant from the bath. Perfect, he marveled, even as part of him wondered… — Norah Wilson Copy Share Image
“And heaven help him, there was that pain again, the one that pierced him to his very marrow and started all that emotion bleeding out of him. Dammit, he loved her. He’d been denying it for weeks now, but he could deny it no longer. Not the giddy drug of infatuation. Not the mind-blowing drive of unadulterated lust. Not the… — Norah Wilson Copy Share
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed. “Watching you come like that … feeling you come like that…. Christ, Nita, I could die happy.” She… — Norah Wilson Copy Share Image
“dropped the leather satchel beside it. “There you go.” He turned to leave, but she called his name. He stopped in the doorway but didn’t turn. “You’re not going to stay while I go through them?” He turned his head to the side. “So I can see what you packed to start your new life? No, Grace, I think I’ll… — Norah Wilson Copy Share
“When his hard hand cupped her face, an involuntary shiver raced up her spine, but she made no objection Then his lips were on hers. It wasn’t what she expected. Instead of hot demand, there was testing, tasting. He shaped her lips with his, tilting his head this way and that, as though searching for the best angle. Her heart… — Norah Wilson Copy Share
“Okay, but would you say between us we have the combined IQ of at least a garden slug?” — Norah Wilson Copy Share Image
