On the other hand, she never looked as -big- as she did at that moment. "What?" Rose demanded, glaring up at him. The warning signal flashed bright red in Kane's head. Telling a woman she was as big as a beach ball wouldn't win any points. How did one describe how she looked? A basketball? Volleyball? He studied her furious little face. Yeah. He was in big trouble no matter what he said. Description was out of the question. He needed diplomacy, something that flew out of the window when he was near her and she said the words like contractions.
Christine FeehanThey're spreading out. Look unaware and sweet and innocent. It's a little hard to look innocent when I'm as big as a house.
Christine FeehanWhat does kiciciyapi mitawa mean?" He kept his head on her breasts. "What?" "You called me kicicyapi mitawa. It sounded so beautiful. It wasn't Japanese. What was it?" "It's the voice of the Lakota. It would sound silly in English." He cupped her breast, his fingers moving lightly over her skin. His breath warm on her heart. "I want to know. It didn't sound silly when you said it. It sounded...beautiful. It made me feel beautiful. And loved." He kissed her breast. "I called you my heart. And you are.
Christine FeehanDesari reached up to trace his lips. โYou have a perfect mouth, Julian. An amazingly perfect mouth.โ He arched an eyebrow at her. โJust my mouth is amazing?โ โYou are such a man.โ Her eyes laughed at him. โYou need constant reassurance that you are magnificent.โ He nodded. โMagnificent. I like that. I could live with magnificent. Good choice of words, lifemate.
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