“You are different." She lifted a hand to delicately trace his hairline. He closed his eyes, feeling her fingers tremble against his skin. "For whatever reason," she said softly, "when you are with me, you are simply Isaac and I… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“She caught his wrist, stilling the hand on her thigh. Her eyes were a little desperate. "What do you mean to do?" "I'd like to show you my way of making love," he said gently.” — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
