..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

She can't force us to go to the ball. We're grown men, for Lord's sake!" Will cocked an eyebrow at his younger brother. "You don't think she can force us? We are speaking of the same mother, correct? Small frame, enormous will?

She was all he wanted. He would give everything for her. Without thought. Without regret.

..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

So what's your second suggestion?" "Tread lightly." "That's it? That's the best advice you can give me?" "All right, tread very lightly.

Silent mantra practice helps me respond rather than react.

You are my siren,” he said, running his hands along her thighs and down her calves, feeling the shape of her even as the silk of her gown kept them both from what they wanted. “My temptress . . . my sorceress . . . I cannot resist you, no matter how I try. You threaten to send me over the edge.