Iโll be damned,โ he muttered.โMost likely.โ She folded the blanket with efficient snaps. โAnd I may be joining you, after what we just did.
Tessa DareYouโre a terrible cook. That Iโll grant you. You canโt hold your liquor, either. And you have questionable taste in men. So no, youโre not perfect.โ His voice sank to a husky whisper, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. โBut youโre close. Close enough to restore a manโs faith in miracles.
Tessa DareI have to go," he said. "You don't understand. Someone wants to kill me. "Someone wants to kill you?" she repeated. "Well, I want to make love to you. My goodness, Julian. With two such compelling alternatives, however will you choose?
Tessa DareHe kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn't have done anything else. He needed that breath she was holding. It belonged to him, and he wanted it back.
Tessa DareCleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.
Tessa DareDo you know," he said, "there are men who would like very much to see me dead. Powerful men. Obscenely wealthy me. Men who can afford to be patient and engage the services of large, ruthless brutes. I've managed to evade them all. But you...God's truth, I think you'll be the very death of me.
Tessa Dare