I kissed you," Finlay said roughly. "for the very simple reason that you are irresistible."	"I think that is what is known as serendipity," Isabella replied, "for it's the very same reason I kissed you back."	"Serendipity," Finlay said, sliding his arm around her waist. "I've always wondered what it tasted like."	"Strawberries, and lavender, and vintage wine, I believe is how you described it."	"No," he said decidedly. "It tastes of nothing other than essence of you. The most intoxicating and delicious taste imaginable.
Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover
historical-romance