He'd done everything in his power to make damn certain that Daniel never had to fear coming home. At that endeavor, Cameron knew he'd already surpassed his own father.

I don't want to be friends with you, Ainsley Douglas. I want to be your lover. I want to bury myself inside you, I want to find out whether you taste as good all the way down, I want to feel you squeezing me, and I want to hear your cries as you take me inside you.

Blackmailers are never satisfied." His laughter faded into bitterness."Aren't they? How do you know?"His words were empty, hollow. "When you're the brother of a duke and your wife died in mysterious circumstances, sharks come out of the woodwork.""That's a mixed metaphor.""Bugger metaphors. They're human sharks and they come out of the shadows when you least expect them.

I am a bad man, very bad, but in a different way. I want to ravish you until we’re both senseless with it, and then I want to do it all over again.

My heart is where you are, Ainsley. So when you leave..." Cameron made an empty gesture."I'll come back," she said stubbornly. "To this wreck of a man? Why should you?""Because I love you

I don't want you back because you feel obligated to me, love," he said. "That's the devil of wedding vows - they make you do things for a person you maybe should run away from. Come back to me because you want to, not because you think you ought to. Do you understand?

Sorry, Ian," Cameron said. He found himself saying that to Ian quite a bit. "I didn't understand."Ian gave him a faint nod but didn't answer. His look told Cameron that he knew his older brother was an idiot, but he'd learned to put up with it.