“A slow-motion kiss that took the place of the million things she wanted to say to him and couldn’t because he didn’t want to hear them. About pragmatism and the sad ache of regret. About love and longing, about the… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“You are so unbelievably, totally loveable,’ she purred. ‘And I know I’m the only woman who’s ever said that to you.’ ‘Absolutely, baby. The… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“Need a brush?’ ‘You tell me.’ ‘Nah, that FF look is hot.’ ‘FF?’ He smiled. ‘Freshly fucked.” — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“She looked so hopeful he would have built the pyramids for her single-handedly to satisfy that hope.” — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t sure her independence would survive against the full onslaught of his wilfulness. But she loved him – anyway and every way.” Dominic… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“He was ridiculously handsome, tall, lean yet solid with muscle. Politely immoral, indifferent to censure. As if he knew he was irresistible in all… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“I’m going to eat you for dessert.’ ‘Not here!’ ‘Here, Katherine. That’s why I’m making room.’ ‘People might come in…” — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“You’re lucky I like you,’ he said with a grin. ‘Do you really?’ He hesitated a fraction of a second. But her eyes were… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“He shrugged . ‘That’s part of the game. Excess is an escape for me, a defence against old ghosts and what seems at times… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“As rash as he, she capitulated with indecent speed, gave herself up to his plundering mouth and tongue, wanting what he wanted, wanting more.… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“He went absolutely still for a split second, an error message flashing wildly in his brain. Another second passed before he resumed breathing, then… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“…a long-haired, younger, super-lean Dominic Knight with sleek, corded muscles and the loose-limbed grace of a large jungle cat. Even in the unprofessional video… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“He smiled. ‘Since when did you get shy?’ She ran her fingers through her copper curls in a quick restive gesture, then stared at… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
