She couldn't "heal" him. No woman could. Events that far in the past just couldn't be undone. But perhaps he didn't need a cure, but . . . a lens. Someone who accepted him for the imperfect person he was, and then helped him to see the world clear. Like spectacles did for her.
Tessa DareHe had to feel those lips on him again. Had. To. This wasnโt a mild expression of preference. This was an imperative. His body was insistent. To continue his existence on this earth, he now needed the following: food, water, shelter, clothing, and Minerva Highwoodโs lips.
Tessa DareThis is ideal, youโll see. We do everything backward. Itโs just how we are. We began with an elopement. After that, we made love. Next, weโll progress to courting. When weโre old and silver-haired, perhaps weโll finally get around to flirtation. Weโll make fond eyes at each other over our mugs of gruel. Weโll be the envy of couples half our age.
Tessa DareShe [Susanna] realized she was still hugging the wall. Pride propelled her two steps forward. As she advanced, something bleated at her, as though chastising her for trespassing. She stopped midstep and peered at it. "Did you know there's a lamb in here?" "Never mind it. That's dinner." She gave it a smile and a friendly pat. "Hullo, Dinner. Aren't you a sweet thing." "It's not his name, it's his...function.
Tessa DareHe couldnโt compare a woman to a torrentially beautiful monsoon, and then look surprised that heโd gotten wet.
Tessa DareWhen you look at me that way, I feel so beautiful." "You are beautiful." He signed deep in his chest. His hands slid up and down her arms, caressing her roughly. "So damned beautiful." "So are you." She put a hand to his bare chest, tracing the defined ridges of his musculature. "Like a diamond. Hard and gleaming, and cut with all these exquisite facets. Inside...pure, brilliant fire.
Tessa Dare