An Offer From a Gentleman (Bridgertons, #3)
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“I want—” His voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes looked vaguely surprised, as if he couldn’t quite believe the truth of his own words. “I want your future. I want every little piece of you.”
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“I think I have to kiss you,” he said, looking as if he couldn’t quite believe his own words. “It’s rather like breathing. One doesn’t have much choice in the matter.”
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He made her feel beautiful, precious, priceless. He treated her like a woman, not some serving wench, and until that very moment, she hadn’t realized just how much she missed being treated like a person.
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Besides, I am not your responsibility.” “You could be.”
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Benedict knew that he had to have her.
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“I want you to come back to London with me,” he whispered, the words tumbling forth before he had a chance to consider them. “Come back and live with me.”
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“Be mine,” he said, his voice thick and urgent. “Be mine right now. Be mine forever. I’ll give you anything you want. All I want in return is you.”
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“I want you,” he said roughly, his lips finding the hollow at the base of her throat. “I want you right now. I want you here.”
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“I want you in my bed,” he growled. “I want you tomorrow. And I want you the next day.”
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“I find myself completely unwilling to let you go.”
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“I can live with you hating me,” he said to the closed door. “I just can’t live without you.”
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You will stay right here, and you will keep smiling. Because it breaks my heart to see any other expression on your face.”
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He needed her the way he needed air.
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without her, his life lacked all meaning.
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“do you know how much I would love it? More than life, more than breath, more than anything. How could I hurt my own child the way I’ve been hurt? How could I subject her to the same kind of pain?”
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This time they had been deliberate. They had chosen more than passion; they had chosen each other. “You’re mine,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid inside. “You’re mine.” And much later, when they were exhausted and spent, lying in each other’s arms, he brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “And I’m yours.”