As for the military or service professionals, I have nothing but respect for them, but come on, when it comes to romance novels, we all know it's really about the uniforms and how the guys look in them!
Jill ShalvisSo I guess that the next time I make a date with a concussed guy, I should pin a note to his collar so he doesn't forget." "Good plan." His hand was next to hers on the table. He let his thumb glide over her fingers, a small, almost casual touch that sent a shudder through her. "I'm sorry I forgot our date.
Jill ShalvisSorry,โ he said. โLet me drop the belt-" โNo.โ She held on when he would have pulled away. โDonโt. I like it.โ Again, he lifted her face, and he smiled. โThe tool belt turns you on.โ โNo.โ She closed her eyes and thunked her forehead to his chest. โLittle bit.
Jill ShalvisHe didn't see anything." She rolled to her feet. "I was in your bed! We could have scarred him for life!" "Grace, we weren't doing anything. Well, I wasn't. You were snoring." "I don't--" She smoothed her dress down and searched out her sandals, shoving her feet into them. She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser and groaned. Hair, wild. Lips, swollen. Face, flushed. Nipples, hard. "Dammit!" She clapped her hands over them. "It's like they're broken!
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