Her handler was hawt. And boy did she want to handle him. Black shirt straining against a muscular chest, faded jeans that hugged him to perfection, and thick black hair that made her fingers itch, he inspired urges to climb onto his body and rub against the dark stubble on his chiseled face. Dai...
Griffin told himself not to panic. Sean sprawled on the ground unconscious, and Daisy, no matter how he tried to calm her, was on the verge of letting loose her banshee wail. Nothing made sense. After the scene in the basement, CTF had left the couple space to work both the case and their new par...
The night before, he’d gotten her out of her wet clothes and cleaned her injury, but he’d done his best to close his eyes. Most days he pretended even to himself that he had some honor. No closing them now. Bold and absolutely stunning, her body fit her personality perfectly. Strong arms to handl...
Her dress hiked to her waist and she tilted onto the floor. “Ona!” He knelt next to her and his shaking hands ran over her skin, trying to find what the problem might be. “Shit,” her garbled curse was weak and hoarse. Coming to her knees she shook h...
His mouth came to the top of her braided hair and he spoke into the tickling strands that’d pulled loose. “I told you to stay put. We have all night, but I don’t want to spend it chasing you down. I want to spend it going down. On you.” Lidia whimpered, a sound he didn’t think he’d ever tire of. ...