If I’m going down, I’m going down with lipstick on.” ~Maggie Mae Castro
He did that slow perusal thing with his eyes that guys did when they wanted a girl to know they liked what they saw. A slow smile curved his lips. “Yep.”She recognized that look. She may have been out...
John turned to her, with streaks of dried blood along his face. “Thank goodness we got the easy job.
Her eyes widened. “Ooh… was it hate sex? I’ve always wanted to have hate sex.
We’ll try to be more sympathetic to your hot nemesis problem. Is she a nightmare to work with?” An image popped into John’s head, of him kissing Jessica against the hotel room wall in Jacksonville. He...
I have a slight oral fixation.
So you’re saying the ball’s in my court.” He bent his head, stopping just before his mouth touched hers. “The ball has always been in your court, Jessica,” he said huskily. “From the first moment I wa...
He growled low in his throat. “I don’t think I can do this the nice way, Jessica.
When do you leave?” she asked. His fingers paused. “Labor Day weekend.” So soon. Only two and a half weeks away. She nodded, going for a joke. “Good. That’s about when I was planning on getting sick o...
Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to look at me this way?” She assumed he was teasing her. “What are you talking about? You didn’t even like me for most of the time we’ve known each other.” He...
You look like you should be on a Wheaties box with this haircut.
