Riemacamp

“What are you doing?"
"Washing your hair," he murmured and proceeded to stroke and massage the shampoo into her short, sopping cap of hair. "I'm going to enjoy smelling my soap on you." His lips curved. "You're a fascinating woman, Eve. Here we are, wet, naked, both of us half dead from a very memorable night, and still you watch me with very cool, very suspicious eyes."
"You're a suspicious character, Roarke."
"I think that's a compliment.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me."
"I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you."
"Darling," he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. "You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“She started to open the door, looked back at him. “Whatever came before, whatever comes after, I know what love is because of you.”
He took her free hand. “Whatever came before, whatever comes after, it’s you who’ve shown me love changes everything. Lifts everything. Gives everything.”
“We’re going to have dinner tonight, just the two of us. No cops but me, no work. Like a date, okay?”
“Want a date, do you?”
It surprised her more than him. “I really do.”
“Then it’s more than okay.”
― J.D. Robb, Devoted in Death