Christine Feehan Quote

His voice was a sinful caress, enticing, insistent. I think you can manage all by yourself, she answered, refusing to look into his dark, hypnotic eyes. Instead, she shut off her computer and the generator and locked the door. He sounded very earnest, innocent, hopeful. Shea found herself smiling as she poured him another unit of blood. She was beginning to think the devil himself had shown up at her doorstep. Jacques was temptation incarnate. I removed a stake from your heart just a couple of nights ago, and you have a major wound there. If I move around while I sleep, I could easily bump into you and start it bleeding again. You wouldn’t want that, would you? He took the container from her hand, his fingers curling around the glass precisely over the spot where her fingers had been. He did things like that, intimate things that sent butterfly wings brushing deep within her. Were you a playboy before they buried you? she asked him, tossing a mischievous grin over her shoulder. Shea checked her gun to make certain it was clean and loaded. You need to drink that, Jacques, not just hold it. And then go back to sleep. The more rest you get, the faster you’ll heal. Again his voice was temptation itself. Drink, Jacques. She tried to sound stern, but it was impossible when he was looking so desperate for her company. She couldn’t help but shake her head. You’re outrageous. He made an attempt to raise the glass to his mouth, but his arm wobbled. Am I supposed to believe you? She laughed aloud but crossed to his side.