"Please, Sara, I sincerely hope that I am a gentleman, but I know I am not a saint!" A nerve pulsed in his tightly clenched jaw.

Her lips were swollen from the heat of their kisses, her eyes a dark languid gold as she looked up at him. "Goodnight, Simon," Her voice was as sultry and inviting as the unhidden longing in those extraordinary eyes.

Simon rose quickly to his feet, so as not to give in to the temptation to throw back the bedcovers and taste those deliciously naked breasts. "I think I ...