‘Sorry for what?’ He handed me my apron. ‘I’m late.’ He looked up at the clock showing a slice of pie. ‘By what? A minute?’ I grinned. ‘Yeah.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Jeesh. If only they were all as conscientious as you.’ ‘I’m a keeper,’ I teased. Outside the doors, people from out of town were alre...
I sank beneath heated bubbles in a white claw-footed tub. I could get used to this. I looked up to find him watching me from the doorway, a glass of wine in each hand. He wore nothing but a pair of pyjama bottoms and his hair was wet from a quick shower in the shower stall. Dorian had insisted I ...
Somehow doing that made everything brighter, sharper, more intense. Her body wanted to arch up to meet his, but Sophie held herself flat, let him take her in his own sweet time. She always acted – always did – and in this instance she wanted to just be. It was almost laughable. Her Zen sex approa...
The day was flying by and taking forever, an oxymoron of hours. If we got on the road, getting to Dalper Lake would take about three hours max. I’d only been there once or twice, but the lake and the surrounding land was the stuff travel brochures were made of. I was eager to get up there w...
I’d never let a spirit hop onboard for longer than a few minutes. But again, something seated in my soul guided me to do it. So I decided to give it a shot. Stepping aside would be like putting myself to sleep to let the spirit become dominant. No awareness—or very little—is maintaine...
To stifle the urge to come inside of her and mark her as his. He’d always liked to bite a bit during sex. There was something hot about fucking a woman and taking a nip of her skin. Not with Rayka. With Rayka he wanted to do more than nip. He wanted to mark her. She made him nuts. Protective and ...
The worry became clear as one after another of them denied having seen him for days. ‘Days,’ Trace growled. ‘We usually keep better track of our own than that.’ ‘What should we do?’ The sky had grown cloudy, but Cameron didn’t think it had anything to do with him. Not at a...
But there I was sprawled over his lap, awaiting my very first paddling. The imprint on the paddle said DIRTY in hot pink letters and I loved the black leather square that held so much promise. I’d always been curious, now I wanted to know. ‘Say it, Merritt.’ The tiny bit of steel in his voice mad...