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1 " As soon as the garage door lowered, he slid his hand into her hair, drawing her in for another kiss. Her mouth tasted like sweet brandy and spice. Damn, she was delicious.She ran her hands down his chest and tugged his shirt free from his jeans. He groaned as her cool hands explored his bare abs. His other hand wandered up from her waist, enjoying her curves until he was cupping her breast. She moaned into his mouth and arched her back into his touch, and he just about lost it right there.He pulled back, his voice a husky whisper. “I need more room and fewer clothes. "
― Lisa Kessler , Breath of Passion (Muse Chronicles, #3)
2 " He sighed, breaking the eye contact. “I just wanted you to know why I’m cautious. When the divorce was final, I swore I’d never let another woman into my heart. Love made me weak.” He forced himself to look her in the eyes. “I’ve never met anyone like you, and today, I would’ve died for you and wouldn’t have regretted it for a second. "
3 " Her roommate was at the table with a grin that was all trouble. “So you’re not going to tell me about last night?”Erica rolled her eyes and went about getting her breakfast. “You saw Reed. How do you think it went?”She chuckled. “Being hot doesn’t mean you’re good in bed.”Erica peered over her shoulder. “We never even got to the bed.”Trin’s eyes widened. “Oh gods! I eat at this table! "
4 " She wet her lips. “And she didn’t warn you about me?”“Should she have?”Erica finished her drink, relishing the burn in her belly and the flush of heat in her cheeks as she nodded. “Definitely.”His gaze smoldered. “It’s a good thing danger is my calling, then.”“Good to know,” she said with a sly smile. "
5 " Are all firefighters as hot as you? "
6 " She didn’t warn you about me?” “Should she have?” Erica finished her drink, relishing the burn in her belly and the flush of heat in her cheeks as she nodded “Definitely.” His gaze smoldered. “It’s a good thing danger is my calling, then. "
7 " He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Two hours isn’t going to be enough time.” She grinned, rocking her hips. “We’d better make it count. "
8 " Flirting and foreplay came easy to Erica. Before she’d turned twenty, Erato awakened inside her. Erato was the Greek Muse of Lyrics… and Erotic Poetry. She had a gift for inspiring passion. "
9 " What if I promise to keep my pants on?” The smile in his voice had butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She stared up at the ceiling. “Fine. But you’ll have to leave mine on, too.” “Well, shit.” His laughter warmed her all over. “You drive a hard bargain.” “I’m all about hard things.” She ran her tongue along her teeth. “You do have that effect on me. "
