Chapter 27

• "Please, Sara, I sincerely hope that I am a gentleman, but I know I am not a saint!" A nerve pulsed in his tightly clenched jaw.
• Her lips were swollen from the heat of their kisses, her eyes a dark languid gold as she looked up at him. "Goodnight, Simon," Her voice was as sultry and inviting as the unhidden longing in those extraordinary eyes.
• Simon rose quickly to his feet, so as not to give in to the temptation to throw back the bedcovers and taste those deliciously naked breasts. "I think I may be in need of more than a single glass of brandy to help me get to sleep!" He stepped away from the bed—away from Sara.