Chapter 119

• WITHOUT a doubt Dasan oozed masculine prowess and feline grace. She could picture him as a Spanish conquistador laying siege to this primal land. Or a matador standing proud and unafraid before a snorting, pawing bull. Or the dashing bandito who’d captured her on the beach that long ago day and stole her heart.
• “Sex isn’t the answer for everything,” she said, wildly desperate to temper her desire that was spiraling out of control for she wanted to take this slow and savor every second.
• The passion burning in Dasan’s dark, mesmerizing eyes melted a river of need within her. Just one look and she was wet and ready for him. One touch and her body would combust from pent-up need.