Kiss of Fire by Deborah Cooke

Author:Deborah Cooke [Cooke, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: American Light Romantic Fiction, Romance - Paranormal, Romance fiction, American Science Fiction And Fantasy, Fantasy fiction, Dragons, Paranormal, Fiction, Romance, Science Fiction, Accountants, Metamorphosis, Women accountants, Romance & Sagas, Love stories, Fiction - Romance
ISBN: 9780451223272
Publisher: Signet Classic
Published: 2008-01-17T03:29:21+00:00

“I think you’re indulging me,” she said. “Thanks for the ride and the coffee, too. I’m feeling quite spoiled this morning.”

Quinn caught her hand in his. “Aren’t princesses supposed to be spoiled?” he murmured, in that low voice she found so seductive.

She looked up as a sizzle danced over her skin, emanating from their interlaced fingers. Quinn studied her as if she were the most gorgeous woman in the world. His eyes darkened to indigo as his smile slowly faded. Sara could only stare back as her mouth went dry.

He touched her jaw with his other hand, a line of fire following the gentle caress of his fingertip. Sara’s knees weakened as he cupped her chin in his hand. She knew what he was going to do, right in the middle of State Street, and couldn’t decide whether she wanted him to hurry to the kiss or be leisurely about it.

He was watching her, seeking some hint that she didn’t want him to kiss her. Sara held his gaze and smiled up at him. There was no one in her world but Quinn, nothing but the blaze of desire in his eyes.

His thumb eased across her lips, a slow, steady caress that set her aflame. Sara felt hot and she couldn’t quite catch her breath.

Quinn leaned closer, giving her time to evade him if she wanted, but Sara didn’t move. She waited. He had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. He had the longest and darkest lashes imaginable, but they made him look only more masculine. His lips were firm with a sensuous curve, one that curved an increment more as he studied her.

“I want you safe,” he murmured. “First and foremost.”

“Ditto,” she whispered. Sara pushed back his straw fedora with a playful fingertip and curved one hand around his face. She could feel the slight stubble of his whiskers even though he’d shaved, and could feel the determination in his jaw. His throat was muscled and tanned and she liked that he was both taller and stronger than she. “You make me feel safe,” she admitted.

He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand, sending fire through her veins with that fleeting touch.

“More,” Sara whispered and he smiled.

It was the only encouragement he needed. He inclined his head and his lips brushed across hers once, tantalizing and teasing; then his mouth closed over hers with resolve.

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