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Golden Shores: Treasures Lost, Treasures Found / The Welcoming QUOTES

1 " You’re still holding my arm.”
“I know.”
So this was it, she thought, and struggled to keep her voice. “Should I ask you to let go?”
“I wouldn’t bother.”
She drew a deep, steadying breath. “All right. What do you want, Roman?”
“To get this out of the way, for both of us.”
He rose. Her step backward was instinctive, and much more surprising to her than to him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Neither do I.” With his free hand, he gathered up her hair. It was soft, as he’d known it would be. Thick and full and so soft that his fingers dived in and were lost. “But I’d rather regret something I did than something I didn’t do.”
“I’d rather not regret at all.”
“Too late.” He heard her suck in her breath as he yanked her against him. “One way or the other, we’ll both have plenty to regret.”
He was deliberately rough. He knew how to be gentle, though he rarely put the knowledge into practice. With her, he could have been. Perhaps because he knew that, he shoved aside any desire for tenderness. He wanted to frighten her, to make certain that when he let her go she would run, run away from him, because he wanted so badly for her to run to him.
Buried deep in his mind was the hope that he could make her afraid enough, repelled enough, to send him packing. If she did, she would be safe from him, and he from her. He thought he could accomplish it quickly. Then, suddenly, it was impossible to think at all.
She tasted like heaven. He’d never believed in heaven, but the flavor was on her lips, pure and sweet and promising. Her hand had gone to his chest in an automatic defensive movement. Yet she wasn’t fighting him, as he’d been certain she would. She met his hard, almost brutal kiss with passion laced with trust.
His mind emptied. It was a terrifying experience for a man who kept his thoughts under such stringent control. Then it filled with her, her scent, her touch, her taste.
He broke away-for his sake now, not for hers. He was and had always been a survivor. His breath came fast and raw. One hand was still tangled in her hair, and his other was clamped tight on her arm. He couldn’t let go. No matter how he chided himself to release her, to step back and walk away, he couldn’t move. Staring at her, he saw his own reflection in her eyes.
He cursed her-it was a lack quick denial-before he crushed his mouth to hers again. It wasn’t heaven he was heading for, he told himself. It was hell. "

― Nora Roberts , Golden Shores: Treasures Lost, Treasures Found / The Welcoming

2 " I need you, your boat and your equipment for a month, maybe two. I can’t dive alone because I just don’t know the waters well enough to risk it, and I don’t have the time to waste. I have to be back in Connecticut by the end of August.”
“To get more chalk dust under your fingernails.”
She sat back slowly. “You have no right to criticize my profession.”
“I’m sure the chalk’s very exclusive at Yale,” Ky commented. "

― Nora Roberts , Golden Shores: Treasures Lost, Treasures Found / The Welcoming