I doona need my future read. I know it involves you, and that's enough for me.
Grace was screwed. Royally screwed. As in, her career was over. Finished. Finite.She turned on the windshield wipers and slowed the car as she drove through the rain in the mountains. With a renewed g...
To have a man be able to touch her and bring her to the edge of release in a matter of seconds was a skill rarely found. "As rare as the Arc of the Covenant," Sophie mumbled to herself.
I don't have to ask to know that something bad happened in your past." "Because I doona smile?" Her smile was sad when her gaze met his. "It's your eyes. Your view of the world is colored." "As is you...
Now, if you don't mind, send one my way. Bob is getting tired." "Who's Bob? You've not told me about a Bob," Sophie said, a little hurt. "I have too," Claire said and gave her a little shove in the ar...
She hated that he was in the room with her, standing beside the bed.And she loved that he was there.
While her high cheekbones and sensual mouth added to her beauty, it was her eyes that caught him. They looked at the world as if it were a large sandbox waiting to expose its treasures.
Love is rare, Rhys. You found it without even trying. I had that kind of love. It's a gift, a type of magic all its own.
I never counted on you, lass. You are strong, honorable, clever, shrewd, beautiful, and resilient. You doona ever quit, and you doona ever give up. So why give up on me?
He turned to look at her. "We've some talking to do.""Didn't we do that on the plane ride over here?""I doona remember talking. I remember kissing, touching, and many orgasms, but no talking.
She drank in the sight of him, the power, the virility, the sheer sexiness. She knew just how well those lips of his kissed, how gentle and coaxing his hands could be, and how mouth-watering his body...
What do you want?""You." His voice was soft, low. His eyes were intense and watchful.
You're a Scott," the Dark said, his lips peeled back in displeasure, as if just saying the word was revolting."And you're Irish. I'm so glad we got that settled.
Sammi watched him walk toward her.He walked like a predator, a conqueror. A king who ruled and commanded all. He was sex and sin, decadence and sensuality.He was, simply put, spectacular.
Don't try to tell me it's because I'm scared, because the truth is the only time I'm not terrified is when I'm with you.
She slid her fingers into his thick hair and melted while he kissed her as if there were no tomorrow. He tempted, he seduced, he enticed.And she willingly followed.
She trusted him. Her heart knew him.And her body wanted him.
I expected you to look... content, happy even, after your alone time with Sammi, not all mopey and depressed. You didn't screw up, did you? Don't all Kings make love perfectly?
She lifted a shoulder casually and slowly blinked."Where do you want to be?""With you," he answered without hesitation.
Unable to help herself, she traced the tat, startled by the black and red ink mixed together. But it was the dragon design itself that made her skin prickle with awareness, appreciation. Soul-sucking...
