Teri

“She reached up to caress his cheek, breathing him in. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”


He shook his head, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Impossible.” He carefully removed her glasses and then folded them and set them on the nightstand. “You know that even if we fumble through this, fall off the bed, and pull a muscle, it won’t matter. I’ll still want you as much as I do right now. Probably even more because I’ll want to be sure we try again until we get it right.”


Her heart fluttered as she tried to process the acceptance he offered. “Why?”


His gaze held hers. “Because from the moment I met you, I felt whole. And with every second I spent with you on the jobsite and at rehab for your ankle after the fire, the more I was yours.”


Her lips parted, but she couldn’t find words.


His voice dropped to a whisper. “Until the other night, I didn’t think you even noticed me.”


“You could have anyone. I just figured…”


“You’re the only one.” He shook his head slowly. “I would die for you, Clio. And it has nothing to do with my birthmark and everything to do with you. Your laughter heals the darkness in me, and your wisdom guides everyone around you.”
― Lisa Kessler, Devoted to Destiny

“Dance with me.”
― Lisa Kessler, Dance of the Heart

“Her knees wobbled, but Mason’s strong arms kept her upright. She tangled her fingers in the back of his hair, and suddenly, her brain engaged.

She pulled back, breathless. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

Mason loosened his grip on her, shaking his head. “I will never be sorry you stopped thinkin’, darlin’.”

His crooked smile almost lured her to kiss him again. So much for imagining he kissed like a wet vacuum. It was the opposite, in fact. Now she realized she’d never really been kissed until tonight.”
― Lisa Kessler, Devoted to Destiny

“He let go of her hand, and she got up to grab her phone. He watched her every move, cataloging the way she still favored her right ankle and the way her ass wiggled in her jeans.


A smile teased the corner of his mouth. He’d spent many hours rebuilding the theater, and the times she’d been there, he’d never noticed her hips having such a sexy sway. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was toying with him.


She came back to him with her phone in hand. “Ready?”


Oh hell yeah, he was ready.”
― Lisa Kessler, Devoted to Destiny