Diana Palmer Quote

He got in beside her and impatiently reached for her seat belt, snapping it in place. You always forget, he murmured, meeting her eyes.Her breath came uneasily through her lips as she met that level stare and responded helplessly to it. He was handsome and sexy and she loved him more than her own life. She had for years. But it was a hopeless, unreturned adoration that left her unfulfilled. He’d never touched her, not even in the most innocent way. He only looked.I should close my door to you, she said huskily. Refuse to speak to you, refuse to see you, and get on with my life. You’re a constant torment.Unexpectedly he reached out and touched her soft cheek with just his fingertips. They smoothed down to her full, soft mouth and teased the lower lip away from the upper one. I’m Lakota, he said quietly. You’re white.There is, she said unsteadily, such a thing as birth control.His face was very solemn and his eyes were narrow and intent on hers. And sex is all you want from me, Cecily? he asked mockingly. No kids, ever?It was the most serious conversation they’d ever had. She couldn’t look away from his dark eyes. She wanted him. But she wanted children, too, eventually. Her expression told him so.No, Cecily, he continued gently. Sex isn’t what you want at all. And what you really want, I can’t give you. We have no future together. If I marry one day, it’s important to me that I marry a woman with the same background as my own. And I don’t want to live with a young, and all too innocent, white woman.I wouldn’t be innocent if you’d cooperate for an hour, she muttered outrageously.His dark eyes twinkled. Under different circumstances, I would, he said, and there was suddenly something hot and dangerous in the way he looked at her as the smile faded from his chiseled lips, something that made her heart race even faster. I’d love to strip you and throw you onto a bed and bend you like a willow twig under y body.Stop! she whispered theatrically. I’ll swoon! And it wasn’t all acting.His hand slid behind her nape and contracted, dragging her rapt face just under his, so close that she could smell the coffee that clung to his clean breath, so close that her breasts almost touched his jacket.You’ll tempt me once too often, he bit off. This teasing is more dangerous than you realize.She didn’t reply. She couldn’t. She was throbbing, aroused, sick with desire. In all her life, there had been only this man who made her feel alive, who made her feel passion. Despite the traumatic experience of her teens, she had a fierce physical attraction to Tate that she was incapable of feeling with any other man.She touched his lean cheek with cold fingertips, slid them back, around his neck into the thick mane of long hair that he kept tightly bound-like his own passions.You could kiss me, she whispered unsteadily, just to see how it feels.He tensed. His mouth poised just above her parted lips. The silence in the car was pregnant, tense, alive with possibilities and anticipation. He looked into her wide, pale, eager green eyes and saw the heat she couldn’t disguise. His own body felt the pressure and warmth of hers and began to swell, against his will.Tate, she breathed, pushing upward, toward his mouth, his chiseled, beautiful mouth that promised heaven, promised satisfaction, promised paradise.His dark fingers corded in her hair. They hurt, and she didn’t care. Her whole body ached.Cecily, you little fool, he ground out.Her lips parted even more. He was weak. This once, he was weak. She could tempt him. It could happen. She could feel his mouth, taste it, breathe it. She felt him waver. She felt the sharp explosion of his breath against her lips as he let his control slip. His mouth parted and his head bent. She wanted it. Oh, God, she wanted it, wanted it, wanted it…