If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.
Patricia BriggsHe stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. โYou need to be more careful,โ he growled. โKeep interfering in my business and you might get hurt.โ I said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, โThe last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave.โ โI have no doubt about it.โ His voice was more satisfied then contrite.
Patricia BriggsDo you have any idea how much I love you?โ he asked. โEnough to accept my apologies?โ I suggested in a small voice. โHeck no,โ he said, and pushed off from the wall, stalking forward. When he reached me, he put his hands up and touched the sides of my neck with the tips of his fingers โ as if I were something fragile. โNo apologies from you,โ he told me, his voice soft enough to melt my knees and most of my other parts.
Patricia Briggs