Christine Feehan Quote

You smell different, Jacques. Shea inhaled his scent sharply, pulled back so she could look into his eyes. Why do you smell different? He laughed softly. It is not a woman, red hair. Why are you so suspicious? I met another one such as myself in the forest. I was in need, and he offered his aid. And you took it? She was astonished. Jacques had certainly come a long way from the wary, dark, dangerous man she had first encountered. He was a total stranger, yet you allowed him to help you? You were a total stranger, and I allowed you to do more than simply aid me, he teased, his mouth warm against the corner of hers. In fact, you gave me all sorts of interesting ideas on how you could further aid me. I did not. As I recall, I told you I was your doctor, nothing more, and you would not listen to me. You know, Jacques, that’s a very bad habit of yours, not listening to me. His mouth wandered back to her ear, his breath stirring her blood. I promise to remedy the situation as soon as humanly possible, he whispered with a sorcerer’s magic.