they 'd been entertaining and funny and made her laugh several times on the way , and if it were n't for the fact that she 'd found herself inhaling mortimer 's scent with every breath , unable to look away from him , her eyes traveling again and again from his beautiful silver-green eyes , to his soft but firm lips , to his hands , which in her dreams had given her so much pleasure , and then to the chest that had looked so strong and beautiful in moonlight ... well , the ride had been hell , and one she was n't repeating for the forty-five minutes back .