Have you ever read a book where every chapter had the best romantic scene you have ever read? That was my conundrum. So, I just opened the book to a page and voila this is what I found.
Her dark hair was modishly arranged, yet in a slightly disarranged way. Had they been elsewhere, he would have dragged his fingers through it, scattering the pins over the floor. The slight turn of her head showed a small, perfect ear from whose lower love dangled a garnet earring. In that other place, elsewhere, he would have bent and slid his tongue along the delicate little curve. But they were not in another place, and so they danced, round and round, and with every turn the familiar waltz grew darker and stranger and hotter. With every turn he grew more intensely aware of the warmth of her waist under his gloved hand, of the way the heat enhanced her scent: the fragrance of her skin her skin mingled with the jasmine she wore so lightly. It was a mere hint of scent in a warm and crowded room thick with them, but he was aware, keenly aware, only of hers. In the same way he was distantly cognizant of dancers moving about them, a whirl of colors set off by the blacks and greys and whites of the men’s dress. But all this glorious color faded to a blur, while below him and about him was a swirl of pale gold, pink tinged like desert sands at dawn, dotted with red blows trembling like poppies in a summer breeze. Nearer still was the black lace, wafting in the air with every movement. At last she looked up at him. He saw the heat glowing in her face, the throb of the pulse at her neck, and he was aware, without needing to look precisely there, of the rapid rise and fall of her bosom. “I’ll give you credit,” she said, her husky voice slightly breathless. “Of all the ruses you might have tried, that was one I never considered. But then, I’ve never thought of myself as anybody’s pet.” I presented you as an exotic,” he said. I take exception to the part about the leash,” she said. “It would be an elegant leash, I assure you,” he said. “Studded with diamonds.”
“No thank you,” she said. “I take exception as well to your behaving as though you won me in a wager, when in fact you lost---and not for the first time.” Her dark gaze swept up to the top of his head and down, pausing at his neckcloth, and leaving a wash of heat behind. “That’s a pretty emerald.” “Which you shall not have, He said. “No wagers with you this night. We may yet be cast out. The Vicomtesse de Montpellier showed me the business card you gave her. Did no one ever point out to you the difference between a social function and a business function? This is not an institutional banquet of the Merchant Taylors’ Company.” “I noticed that. The tailors would be better dressed.
Oh, yummy and the chase continues, page after page of heat!
I agree but you all are better read since you lead me to new reads and I so enjoy them. Thank you for putting up with a less broad reading experience in the love zone. I read a lot of mysteries also!
Her dark hair was modishly arranged, yet in a slightly disarranged way. Had they been elsewhere, he would have dragged his fingers through it, scattering the pins over the floor. The slight turn of her head showed a small, perfect ear from whose lower love dangled a garnet earring. In that other place, elsewhere, he would have bent and slid his tongue along the delicate little curve.
But they were not in another place, and so they danced, round and round, and with every turn the familiar waltz grew darker and stranger and hotter.
With every turn he grew more intensely aware of the warmth of her waist under his gloved hand, of the way the heat enhanced her scent: the fragrance of her skin her skin mingled with the jasmine she wore so lightly. It was a mere hint of scent in a warm and crowded room thick with them, but he was aware, keenly aware, only of hers.
In the same way he was distantly cognizant of dancers moving about them, a whirl of colors set off by the blacks and greys and whites of the men’s dress. But all this glorious color faded to a blur, while below him and about him was a swirl of pale gold, pink tinged like desert sands at dawn, dotted with red blows trembling like poppies in a summer breeze. Nearer still was the black lace, wafting in the air with every movement.
At last she looked up at him. He saw the heat glowing in her face, the throb of the pulse at her neck, and he was aware, without needing to look precisely there, of the rapid rise and fall of her bosom.
“I’ll give you credit,” she said, her husky voice slightly breathless. “Of all the ruses you might have tried, that was one I never considered. But then, I’ve never thought of myself as anybody’s pet.”
I presented you as an exotic,” he said.
I take exception to the part about the leash,” she said.
“It would be an elegant leash, I assure you,” he said. “Studded with diamonds.”
“No thank you,” she said. “I take exception as well to your behaving as though you won me in a wager, when in fact you lost---and not for the first time.” Her dark gaze swept up to the top of his head and down, pausing at his neckcloth, and leaving a wash of heat behind. “That’s a pretty emerald.”
“Which you shall not have, He said. “No wagers with you this night. We may yet be cast out. The Vicomtesse de Montpellier showed me the business card you gave her. Did no one ever point out to you the difference between a social function and a business function? This is not an institutional banquet of the Merchant Taylors’ Company.”
“I noticed that. The tailors would be better dressed.
Oh, yummy and the chase continues, page after page of heat!