“I don't want to spend my time rescuing you from awkward situations.”

“What was the matter with her? She'd already decided she didn't want to make love with him, so why did she keep conjuring up erotic scenes from old sheikh movies? It must be the wine.”

“I plan to starve you into submission,' he growled, nuzzling her breast.”

“If she wanted him to stop, she'd have to say so soon because she was driving him up so fast he felt like a comet flaming in the heat of her atmosphere.”

“What in the name of a thousand ghouls were you doing in that miserable café?”

“Damn the man.”

“He had to have her, he couldn't wait, the need throbbed through him hot and urgent. But here? On the wooden floor of his brother's gazebo?”