Her lips pulsed as his warm hands cradled her face, as if she were a fine piece of China. In contrast was the force behind his lips. Jerome was strength and finesse in one delectable package. “My apologies,” Jack said when they broke their embrace. Dani tucked her head away from the man she first...
A deep male voice interrupted her lunch. “Are you Jenna?” “Yes? And you would be?” “Marcus Peterson. Kurt’s friend. He told me to meet you here.” “It would have been nice if Kurt told me I was meeting someone.” Jenna set down her sketchpad and took in the clean-shaven man with liquid mocha skin c...