Snowbound - Harlequin.com

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time within the last two years. It had been so damn
long, he didn’t know if he had the self-control not to
come the minute he got inside her.
Slow things down, he told himself, lifting his head.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured.
“You know I’m not…” She stopped, humor briefly
lighting her face. “Never mind. I’m not really dumb
enough to try to convince you I’m ordinary looking. It’s
okay for you to think I’m beautiful. Gorgeous. Ravishing.”
Wanting her to believe him, John covered her mouth.
“You have these fine bones.” He traced a fingertip over
her cheekbone, along the delicate line of her jaw. “Big
eyes that flash a thousand emotions. And questions. I
can always see them crowding your head.”
Right now she watched him helplessly, as if he held
power over her.
“Do you know how shiny your hair is?” His fingers
slipped into the strands. “You turn your head and it
shimmers.”
She let out a tiny sound.
“Your voice. Gentle but with steel beneath when
you’re in schoolmarm mode.”
She opened her mouth as if to protest, and he
silenced her by kissing her. Lightly, ending with a tug
at her lower lip.
“And your lips,” he whispered, “are perfect. Not thin,
not pouty, just…sweet. And sexy.”
“You know,” she said, voice thready, “you don’t have
to flatter me. I was already yours with the ‘should I take
your suitcase upstairs?’”
“Yeah, I do.” John knew he wasn’t very good being
romantic, but he felt he owed her the words. The next