Please. Just get out!” Grace’s face was scarlet. She held her skirt tight around her legs, her hands fixed on the hem as though she’d never release it again. Max, half dazed from the intensity of the passion they’d all three just spent, stared at her, in two minds. Did he do as she wished and lea...
Gentle, so gentle. “Where did I hurt you? Where’s it sore? Where did my blows land? God, Seth, tell me, so I can make it better.” “Luke—” Luke’s hand stilled on his cheek. “Here? Did I get you here? Are you in pain?” He traced his fingers over the bone. “It’s not broken, Seth, I swear, it’s not b...