J.D. Robb Quote
Was it ever . . . She winced, wished she could muffle the need to ask. Before, with anyone else— No. He touched his lips to her brow, her nose, the dip in her chin. It was never, with no one else. Not for me, either. She simply breathed him in. Put your hands on me. I want your hands on me. I can do that. He did, tumbling with her to a spread of floor cushions while the sun died brilliantly in the ocean.
J.D. Robb
Was it ever . . . She winced, wished she could muffle the need to ask. Before, with anyone else— No. He touched his lips to her brow, her nose, the dip in her chin. It was never, with no one else. Not for me, either. She simply breathed him in. Put your hands on me. I want your hands on me. I can do that. He did, tumbling with her to a spread of floor cushions while the sun died brilliantly in the ocean.
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About J.D. Robb
Nora Roberts (born Eleanor Marie Robertson on October 10, 1950) is an American author of over 225 novels, known for romance published under her own name. She also writes police procedurals which have elements of science fiction under the name J. D. Robb, and has published as Jill March and (in the U.K.) Sarah Hardesty.