Christine Feehan Quote

I feel another argument coming on. His mocking amusement might not have shown on his face, but she could feel it in her mind. Jacques simply lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder. No way, you wild man. You aren’t Tarzan. I don’t like heights. Put me down. Close your eyes. Who is Tarzan? Not another male, I hope. The wind rushed over her body, and she could feel them moving fast, so fast the world seemed to blur. She closed her eyes and clutched at him, afraid to do anything else. His laughter was happy and carefree, and it warmed her heart, dispelling any residue of fear she carried. It was a miracle to her that he could laugh, that he was happy. She nuzzled his back.