Her hips swayed as they wove through the tables, her hand gripped firmly in his as she led him onto the dance floor. His fingers were strong, his palm warm, and his thumb kept rubbing across her knuckles. She wondered if Declan even realized he was doing it. Her heels clicked onto the battered ...
Beth couldn’t have pinpointed when, exactly, she’d decided it was time, but the knowing in her bones assured her it was. Now, her bones whispered. Take him now. The sand between her toes was fine and soft, white and pure, offsetting the sparkling bl...
“Any reason why you decided now was the proper time to talk?” God, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Being this close to her after steering clear for so long made the perpetual ache in his chest—the ache that had blazed to life when he had seen her aga...
Gaspard’s eyes refused to adjust as he blindly felt his way down the steps, and perhaps this was his body’s means of telling him that he should never have left Claudia’s bed. Having donned the rough attire he’d worn the night before, he shoved one hand into the pocket of his trousers. The satin r...
Two long, terrible, painful days where Del had been so aroused and frustrated that he’d snapped at everyone he came into contact with, including the maternal Mrs. Yates, who didn’t deserve his surliness. But he couldn’t help it, and though he wanted—needed—the relief of a warm body, the thought o...
Though it hadn’t been so much a proposal as a demand—which, Ilda mused darkly, must simply be his baseline. Making demands, expecting his commands to be followed. So long as those commands kept her and Arlo alive, Ilda had decided she could heed them. &nb...
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she hesitated with her hand on the doorknob, afraid to enter. Which was stupid. She’d experienced real fear in the bunker with her torturer. There was no reason for her to be scared of talking to the man lying in bed just beyond the...