“Good God. Good God. She kissed him with everything. As if she wanted to. As if she'd always wanted to. As if her small, slender body were nothing more than a cunningly crafted decanter of some bewitching potion. An essence of desire, aged and corked and waiting for years. As if in one single kiss, she'd sensed her chance to foist it all on him because she was weary of the burden. Take this sweetness, her kiss said. Take this passion. Take all of me.”
Book:Romancing the Duke
