You don’t want me to feel obligated? Well, I’m sorry, Lily. I am herebecause I feel obligated.” He brought her hand to his chest, pressing herpalm flat against his rapidly thumping pulse. “I’m obligated by...

Julian,” she said huskily, “you were right the other morning. You know me so well. I’m not made for illicit affaires, all that sneaking around to avoid discovery.” In the dark, her hands crept up...

He kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else. He needed that breath she was holding. It belonged to him, and he...