Holding her tight against him, he said, "I am the blood in your veins, the marrow in your bones. You'll never go anywhere without knowing I'm inside you, supporting you, keeping you alive. I am a part of you. You are a part of me. We are forever.
Christina DoddTag: you-are-mine
Logic is overrated and superfluous when it comes to love.
Christina DoddArchaeologist, adventurer — I saw the Indiana Jones movies. They are the same.
Christina DoddCaleb came to his mother's side and helped her to her feet. "Besides, if you rest, then I am free to make love to Jacqueline."
"Caleb!" Jacqueline had been worried she would say the wrong thing. Instead, Caleb had put his foot in it.
But obviously all the cliches she'd ever heard about Italian sons were true. He really could do no wrong, for Mrs. D'Angelo shook her finger at him--but she said indulgently, "You are incorrigible."
"Ma, I'm just trying to get going on those grandchildren you want.
Tag: caleb-d-angelo jacqueline-vargha meeting-mom
Miss Prendregast!” He rapped on his desk with his knuckles. “You were never in any danger!”
“Except from the wild animals.”
His lids swept down as if he needed a reprieve from looking at her. “Alert me if you’re attacked by a rabbit.
I could write an epic poem about your thighs.”
“That would amuse polite society rather too much, and I wouldn’t like that.”
“I wouldn’t either.” She pressed her cheek to his belly. “I can’t think of a word to rhyme with marble column.
Tag: humor sex body-parts
I have never seen an unclad male form in my life, and I haven’t suffered for the lack.”
“By an extraordinary coincidence, I haven’t seen an unclad male form in my life, either. I’d say it’s time to remedy the situation.” Tugging his shirt open, Amy peered down at his chest.
“We can’t look at him when he’s unconscious! It’s . . . it’s immoral.” Miss Victorine fanned herself with her handkerchief.
Coal watched the white cotton as if contemplating if it would shred.
“Dear Miss Victorine, we abducted him from his own estate. I hardly think sneaking a peek at his chest compares.” Letting his shirt drop back, Amy added, “Besides, we looked at his face.”
“That’s different.” Miss Victorine leaned closer. “What color is it?”
“What color is what?” Amy teased.
“You know. The hair on his body.”
Amy flashed her a grin. “Red.”
“Appropriate,” Miss Victorine said crisply.
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re gazing upon the gateway to hell.”
“I don’t think I looked that far,” Amy said reflectively.
No woman would come up with a plan like this, much less be able to execute it.”
“I’m depending on that kind of thinking. Everyone will imagine you mad when you say a woman took you—if you even dare to admit it.” She inclined her head to him in mocking homage.
“Women don’t have the ability to sustain a thought long enough to put such a plan in motion.”
“Actually you’re right.” She grinned, not at all offended. “It took two women.
When at last he could lift his head, he asked, “What have you done?”
“What have I done?” She lifted a mocking brow. “Why, I’ve kidnapped the marquees of Northcliff.”
“You dare to admit it?” Inch by painful inch, he dragged himself onto the cot.
“Admitting to it is the least of my sins. I did it.
I can’t take this kind of suspense. Decide now.” He untied the ropes around her wrists. “Walk out the door. In a year you’ll be free of any entanglements with me. Or stay and be my wife. My real wife. Make your choice.”
She looked down at the loosened ropes still wrapped around her, then up at him.
He wore an expression of fierce indifference, but she knew better. This proud man, this noble marquees, had made up his mind he wished to marry her without knowing who she was or what she’d done. She would guess the decision was his first impetuous gesture since the day his mother had disappeared.
Amy couldn’t fool herself. For him to go so contrary to his own nature, he must feel an overwhelming emotion for her.
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