"My darling, my love, my wife!" he exclaimed, as his lips pressed hers. - Barbara Cartland, Kiss of the Devil.
A few years back, a friend of mine was reading a similar book, borrowed from a library, where the hero "kissed her tenderly on the forehead while gazing lovingly into her blue eyes". (They were both standing up at the time, AFAIK.) In the margin, somebody had written "HOW?"