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“I believe I'll be the judge of how much peril you're worth," he said with a smile.
"You're daft."
"Again, besotted." he said, squeezing her hand. "I'll tell you of it in glorious detail if you can stay awake long enough to hear it."
She smiled at him, which eased his heart a bit.”
― Lynn Kurland, Spellweaver

“The poor bloke must have been besotted. Now me, I'm just in love.”
― Sally Wentworth, Flying High

“The clothes of time are wet
because he foolishly stopped
to witness your beauty
in the rain.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“That's when she saw his gaze drift downward, alighting on the heart-shaped pendant clasped around her neck.
"You're wearing it," he said, his words carrying a wondering tone.
Reaching up, she fingered the amethysts, then smoothed her thumb over the flat piece of porcelain in the center with its tiny painted garden. "Yes. Because I realize now that it was given in love."
"It was, even if I was too blind to know it at the time. Something else for which I must beg your forgiveness."
"It's yours." She laid her palm on his chest near his heart. "Did you really carry the pendant around with you when we were apart?"
"Constantly. It made me feel closer to you. Strange, I suppose, considering you wore it for such a brief time."
"Not so strange," she reassured. "I kept a handkerchief of yours, though I never planned to tell you that."
Leaning near, he pressed his lips to hers. "Besotted. The pair of us."
"Definitely.”
― Tracy Anne Warren, Seduced by His Touch

“Now drink up. Fatigue makes you grouchy."
"Not grouchy. Thirsty," she said, uncapping the bottle and drinking deeply, drawing his attention to the elegant length of her neck and the pounding of her carotid pulse.
Before he could second-guess the urge, he leaned across and placed his lips over the pulse, giving a little nip that had her half gasping, half choking as she doused him with water.
"Are you trying to kill me? I almost choked," she said, elbowing him away, but there was no malice in her tone, and she pressed her fingertip to the pulse, a coy smile playing about her mouth.
"It's okay, I'd revive you with CPR." He puckered up and made smooching sounds. "A little mouth-to-mouth, combined with my hands all over your chest, you'd be just fine.”
― Nicola Marsh, The Man Ban

“Julieta inhaled the rose that the sexy man had given her. The floral scent made her woozy.
Or maybe her giddy state was because she was high on his testosterone.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Impudent wench! He indulged her, did he? And not just the regular kind…but shamelessly.”
― Stacy Reid, My Darling Duke