“simon,” She Whispered, Vaguely Surprised That She

Lisa Kleypas

“simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “simon…” “yes?” a new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “please… take me to my room.” hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “sweetheart, i would take you to timbuktu if you asked.“