24 Quotes by Olivia Parker

Even in the dim light emanating from the few illuminated windows of the mansions, Charlotte could see that this man's body was athletic and pleasing to the feminine eye. This was no young, besotted whelp declaring his undying love. This was a man.A clearly stubborn one, but a man just the same. Long and lean muscled, a trim waist and narrow hips, and strong legs encased in black breeches that he must have inched his way into. Inexpressibles. Charlotte almost sighed.

Madelyn knew her aunt, drunk or sober, simply did not have the continuity of thought to see beyond her opinions to the implied insult.

Lemons." He smiled. "Is this why you always smell like lemons?""I-I suppose." She sat on a blue-striped bench at the foot of her bed. "It's a concoction my mother and I made. It keeps freckles at bay. I didn't know you noticed how I smelled."He turned, his steady gaze on her. "I wager there are a lot of things you didn't know I noticed about you.

I can scarcely believe you remember me telling you about her obsession with the metaphysical."One broad shoulder lifted in a shrug. "I pay attention, Miss Greene, to every single syllable that passes over your lips. perhaps you should add that to your list of required attributes in potential husbands.

Rothbury's admiration had grown gradually, steadily, despite his efforts to ignore her. Never quick to judge, she was kind, she was sincere, she was secretly funny, and quite observant. She was the only woman of his acquaintance, the only person really, to whom he had ever revealed even the smallest hint of what he was truly feeling.

Visions of a slumbering Miss Greene drifted through his thoughts. He imagined that her wheat-colored hair would be unbound, streaming across the pillow like a golden banner. He rather thought she'd toss around in her sleep a lot, which would cause her nightdress to become rucked up to her hips, revealing her thighs, smooth as cream, and her silky-

He watched her retreating form, his sinful mind fixating on her small, pleasantly rounded bottom, which had a wiggle that was definitely unintentional, but quite engaging.Apparently deeming it safe to come out again, his stallion, Petruchio, came out from hiding. The beast nudged Rothbury in the back, breaking his concentration."I beg your pardon," he muttered to the horse. "I do not have the attention span of a butterfly when it comes to women.

Go on, Charlotte," came a dark whisper from her left. "Take a bite."She turned to see Rothbury smiling devilishly. Heat billowed up from her belly as she stared at his mouth. Images of their kiss swam into her vision. She blinked them away. She licked her lips. He watched, licking his own.

Charlotte groaned feverishly, a tension building within her core that begged for release.Grunting, he lifted his hips slightly, expertly angling his body so that part of him pressed against the nubbin of flesh.She called out his name, clasping his shoulders. Her hips pumped furiously now, a building, pulsing ache growing and growing, winding tighter and tighter still. Until it exploded.And then they both cried out, surging upward and down, their bodies shaking with pleasure.