One Night of Scandal (After Hours #2) Slave to Sensation (Psy-Changeling #1)
He really, really wanted her.
But just when he was sure that she was totally and completely asleep, she made a funny, warm sort of noise as she snuggled more deeply into his embrace, and her eyelids fluttered slowly open.You’re still awake, she murmured, her voice scratchy and mellow with sleep.
Belong to Me (Wicked Lovers #5)
He nodded, wondering if he was holding her too tightly. He didn’t want to let go. He never wanted to let go.You should sleep, she said.He nodded again, but he couldn’t seem to make his eyes close.
Only the Good Spy Young (Gallagher Girls #4)
She yawned. This is nice.He kissed her forehead, making an Mmmm sound of agreement.
She arched her neck and kissed him back, full on the lips, then settled into her pillow. I hope we’ll be like this always, she murmured, yawning yet again as sleep overtook her. Always and forever.
She couldn’t know what that word meant to him. Five years? Six? Maybe seven or eight.Of course not! she exclaimed. For goodness sake, isn't it still raining outside?
My dear Miss Laffy, Simon said, not particularly concerned about the condescending tone of his voice, don't you think your concern is slightly misplaced? This man tried to attack you.He didn't try to attack me, she replied. He just…He just…Oh, very well, he tried to attack me. But he would never have done me any real harm.
Midnight Frost (Mythos Academy #5)
Simon raised a brow. Truly, women were the most contrary creatures. And you can be sure of that?He watched as she carefully chose her words. Nigel isn't capable of malice, she said slowly. All he is guilty of is misjudgment.
You're a more generous soul than I, then, Simon said quietly.The girl let out another sigh, a soft, breathy sound that Simon somehow felt across his entire body. Nigel's not a bad person, she said with quiet dignity. It's just that he isn't always terribly bright, and perhaps he mistook kindness on my part for something more.
Simon felt a strange sort of admiration for this girl. Most women of his acquaintance would have been in hysterics at this point, but she—whoever she was—had taken the situation firmly in hand, and was now displaying a generosity of spirit that was astounding. That she could even think to defend this Nigel person was quite beyond him.She rose to her feet, dusting her hands off on the sage green silk of her skirts. Her hair had been styled so that one thick lock fell over her shoulder, curling seductively at the top of her breast. Simon knew he should be listening to her—she was prattling on about something, as women were wont to do—but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off that single dark lock of hair. It fell like a silky ribbon across her swanlike neck, and Simon had the most appalling urge to close the distance between them and trace the line of her hair with his lips.
He'd never dallied with an innocent before, but all the world had already painted him a rake. What could be the harm? It wasn't as if he were going to ravish her. Just a kiss. Just one little kiss.It was tempting, so deliciously, maddeningly tempting.