“What?” he whispered, tracing her delectable mouth with his finger.
“That you were the luckiest of men to have a wife with such a sickness. He said he would pray that I’d go to my grave with it.” She kissed his finger. “I told him not to bother. He’d do better to pray that I don’t wear you out with my love. That’s the reason I haven’t come to Raz before now. I haven’t wanted to distract you from your work.”
He rolled her over carefully on top of him. “I dare you to try.”
“You mean now?”
“Now,” he growled into her neck.
Lauren’s breath caught. “Don’t you have to go back to work?”
“No. I’ve got all the work I can handle right here.”
“Hours and hours?” she asked, already out of breath.
“Maybe days.”
“Darling.”
ISBN: 978-1-4592-0203-0
HER DESERT PRINCE
First North American Publication 2011
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