Ghost?โ St. Vincent shot him an incredulous glance. โChrist. Youโre not serious, are you?โ "Iโm a Gypsy,โ Cam replied matter-of-factly. โOf course I believe in ghosts.โ โOnly half Gypsy. Which led me to assume that the rest of you was at least marginally sane and rational.โ โThe other half is Irish,โ Cam said a touch apologetically. โChrist,โ St. Vincent said again, shaking his head as he strode away.
Lisa KleypasI-Iโm not making advances,โ she told him as she flattened herself against his chest. โYouโre just an available s-source of heat.โ โSo you say,โ St. Vincent replied lazily, tucking the quilt more tightly around them both. โHowever, during the past quarter hour youโve been fondling parts of my anatomy that no oneโs ever dared to touch before.โ โI v-very much doubt that.โ She burrowed even further into the depths of his coat, and added in a muffled voice, โYouโve probably been h-handled more than a hamper at Fortnum and Mason.
Lisa KleypasI want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.
Lisa Kleypas