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The Unholy (Krewe of Hunters #6) Dragonhaven

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Don’t, he warned.It’s just a kiss, she said.

Wild Heart (Vipers Heart #2)

That’s your tactic now? He mimicked her tone. It’s just a kiss .She deflated. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. I’ve never tried to convince a man to kiss me before.Andrew closed his eyes and groaned. This need he felt for her—it had been simmering for days, a low, steady flame he knew how to control.

Nights Master (Children of The Night #3)

He might be able to withstand her if they were back on the ship. Or if the flicker of the candlelight didn’t send such tantalizing shadows dancing across her chest.He could stay firm if they weren’t sitting on a bed, for God’s sake, if she had not turned to him with those perfect lips and endless green eyes and asked him to kiss her.

That slow burn . . . the one so quiet and constant he’d almost gotten used to it . . .

It wasn’t quiet anymore.Ten, she decided. If the captain didn’t return by ten, she’d eat his pie. It was only fair.

In the meantime, she’d take very small bites. She might be able to make it last until—She looked down at her empty plate. Never mind. She’d never been able to make her sweets last. Richard had been just the opposite, savoring each bite until the very end, at which point he moaned with pleasure, not because the pudding was especially delicious (although it was; their cook had had a particular talent for baking), but rather to torture his less patient siblings. Poppy had swiped one of his biscuits once, as much out of irritation as hunger, and when he’d noticed he’d walloped her.

Christmas at the Cupcake Café (At the Cupcake Café #2)

Then her father had walloped him.It had been worth it. Even when her mother had taken her aside for a lecture on ladylike behavior, it had been worth it. The only thing that would have made it better was if Poppy had got to do some walloping herself.

Wallop, she said aloud. She liked that word. It sounded rather like its meaning. Onomatopoeia. Another word she liked.Strangely, it didn’t sound like its meaning. An onomatopoeia ought to be one of those crawly things with fuzzy legs, not a literary device.

She looked down at the dish in her hand. Plate, she said. No, it didn’t sound anything like what it was. Bowl?Dear God, she was talking to crockery.

Had she ever been so bored?She was on a ship , for heaven’s sake. Heading to exotic climes. She ought not to feel as if her brain was desiccating. She ought to feel—

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