When he kissed up her neckline, seeking her full lips, she turned her head. The message was clear, no kiss for him. “Trust me,” he whispered against her ear. “Just one kiss, just one.” She shook her head, a stubborn streak around her mouth. Irritation gripped his gut. He slid his hand behind her ...
Such a simple, short name for a man so intriguing, I thought, and closed the door behind our dinner guests. I felt hot, flushed for some reason. I turned around to my husband, said, “That was an interesting night, wasn’t it? That Tom guy…what do you think of him?” “Well, pleasant enough, very pol...