Black eyes Quote by Christine Feehan

““Dahlia’s breath hissed out of her throat. Slowing the boat, she swung back toward him, glaring. “ What is so damned fascinating about breasts? If I show them to you will you stop?” Her hands went to the buttons of the shirt as if she might really rip the material open. There was color in her face and her breath came too fast. “I one heard that men thought about sex every three minutes but you must be setting some sort of record.” “It isn’t just any breasts, Dahlia.” He reached for the canteen of water. His hand was shaking. Actually shaking. Just the thought of her opening her shirt sent his body into a painful, hard, unrelenting ache. “Well I have them, okay? Just like any other woman. They’re there. I can’t do much about it.” Nicolas took a long pull of water and nearly choked as she angrily unbuttoned the shirt and allowed the edges to gape open all the way to her waist. Her breasts were fuller than he’d first thought, jutting forward to tempt him more. She was beautiful. Her skin was amazing. He swallowed hard. “I don’t think that was a good idea.” Dahlia realized instantly she’d made a terrible mistake. His black eyes went from ice cold to a raging fever. His hand gripped the canteen until small dents appeared.””

— Christine Feehan