Dorian grunted, staring out at the forest. "Where's Sascha?""In the aerie.""You left her alone?""As my mate would say- she's a cardinal, fully capable of protecting herself.""So you left at least two others on watch.""Of course I did.

I said I would kiss you. I never said where I would kiss you."[...] "A kiss between two people is, by definition, on the lips," she argued.[...] "But this isn't about two people kissing. It's me kissing you.

You're prone to mood swings."Mood swings? he stopped halfway down the steps. "Women have mood swings. Not men.

For crissakes, you're the frickin' poster boy for DarkRiver with your 'Gee, shucks, I'm harmless' act."Dorian was used to being ribbed about his looks. With his blond hair and blue eyes, he looked more like a surfer hanging out for the right wave than blooded DarkRiver sentinel."Look who's talking, Miss Bikini Babe 2067.

You can run,” Dorian said in a neutral tone that did nothing to lessen the intensity of hisexpression, “but sooner or later, you run out of places to run to.

Make me forget." A whisper, a plea.Not giving her what she wanted wasn't even an option. He switched their positions so she was under him. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage?"She wiped away her tears. "Please do.""Ask nice.""Why don't I make you angry instead? That gets me kissed a lot.

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.

His hands clenched. "Sugar, I'm this close to tearing off your clothes and teaching you exactly how badly I take you keeping secrets from me. Your choice. Talk or get naked.

When the darkness receded, she found herself lying on the bed, still half-dressed...and being watched by human eyes that held a very feline satisfaction. "I said slow."He smiled. "Oops."Charm.