Was it me you were discussing?โ he countered with lifted brows. โI couldnโt tell from the description you were giving. Since when am I kind, considerate, refined, and amiable?โ โYouโre angry,โ Victoria concluded on a sigh. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and his arms tightened, drawing her close to his leann, muscular body. โIโm not angry,โ he said in a husky, gentle voice. โIโm embarrassed
Judith McNaughtYou can't live your life to suit other people. The harder you try, the more restrictions they'll put on you just for the fun of seeing you jump through their hoops.
Judith McNaughtThe amusement fled from Royce's face and with a groan he pulled her roughly against his chest, crushing her to him. "Jenny," he whispered hoarsely, burying his face in her fragrant hair. "Jenny, I love you." She melted against him, molding her body to the rigid contours of his, offering her lips up for his fierce, devouring kiss, then she took his face between both her hands. Leaning back slightly against his arm, her melting blue eyes gazing deeply into his, his wife replied in a shaky voice, "I think, my lord, I love you more.
Judith McNaughtBeside him a tiny elderly woman was leaning on a cane, studying him with curiosity. Since good manners seemed to require that he speak to her, Jon cast about for some sort of polite conversation pertinent to the occasion. โI hate funerals, donโt you?โ He said. โI rather like them,โ she said smugly. โAt my age, I regard each funeral I attend as a personal triumph, because I was not the guest of honor.
Judith McNaughtJason, stop this,โ she pleaded. โYou donโt want to kiss me. You donโt even like me more than a little when you arenโt foxedโ A harsh laugh escaped him. โI like you too damned much!โ he whispered bitterly, then pulled her head down and captured her lips in a demaning, scalding kiss that took everything and give nothing in return.
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