“He laughed, but his face was unreadable as he looked at her titles. “Ah, a collection from Sir Walter Scott. Very nice, I’ve always liked his poetry. Sense and Sensibility, but surely you have read this one.” She nodded after… — Jess Michaels Copy Share Image
“He wanted her. Now. He wanted her all night. Every night for a week. A month. Maybe even a year. He sank down in… — Jess Michaels Copy Share Image
“He all but held his breath as he waited for her to force that façade back into place. Or to leave his side just… — Jess Michaels Copy Share Image
“Tears welled in Penelope's eyes, making the blue even darker. Then she reeled back and slapped him hard enough that his cheek stung. "That is for what you did to me. Not in the dark, Jeremy. Not as the faceless lover. Not even for today when you made love to me... or perhaps we should call it 'fucking', since there… — Jess Michaels Copy Share
“No, I have made sure of that over the past few weeks, hell, over the past few years. But I want to correct that. I…” He hesitated. “I love you, Mariah.” Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him. She was dreaming. Except when she pinched herself, she remained just where she was, only with a sore spot tingling… — Jess Michaels Copy Share
“This is what you want?” he panted, pressing into her just half an inch. She squeezed her eyes shut. God help her, but the answer was yes. Just a few weeks after the death of her lover, she wanted nothing more than to be taken, hard and fast, by his best friend. Despite the fact that it made her nothing… — Jess Michaels Copy Share
“Benedict, it is true I cannot accept any future you have offered me. We both know why.” Except he didn’t, but he said nothing and she continued. “But I would be lying if I told you that I didn’t still…think of you. Of us.” He stared. Was this happening? Was she truly saying these things after three years of polite… — Jess Michaels Copy Share
“And I see you have not resisted their lure either.” He motioned toward her books. “Might I look at your selections?” She hesitated and clutched her books closer out of habit. She had often felt that the books one read were a peek into the soul of the reader. That was why her personal library was kept in a locked… — Jess Michaels Copy Share
“No!" he cried and his face pinched with frustration and pain. "I don't want to hear more reasons why we shouldn't be together. No more confessions to explain why you want to run away from what we share." "Julian," she attempted to interrupt again, but he held up a trembling hand. His dark gaze held hers. "I have moved heaven… — Jess Michaels Copy Share
“For a long time, they leaned against the wall, foreheads pressed together, breathing matched. They were one body, bound by the passion they’d shared.… — Jess Michaels Copy Share Image
“Don’t you know, Vivien? You never have to demand from me. Simply ask for what you desire and I would give you anything.” He… — Jess Michaels Copy Share Image
“Good morning,” he drawled. She straightened her shoulders with the silent reminder that she had to be as distant as he was. “My lord.”… — Jess Michaels Copy Share Image
“He nodded. “From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you. It was the night of the Nethercourt gathering three years ago. You… — Jess Michaels Copy Share Image
