Breaking the kiss, Pandora put her hands on his cheeks, and stared at him woefully. “Wh-what rational woman would ever want a husband who looks like you?” He took her mouth again, fierce and demanding. She closed her eyes, surrendering in a dark half-swoon of pleasure. Eventually Gabriel’s head lifted and he asked huskily, “What’s wrong with my looks?” “Isn’t it obvious? You’re too handsome. Other women will flirt and try to attract your attention, and chase after you forever.”
