Knuckles and knees and elbows were already raw from the chill. Get them hit, and the pain was like frozen lightning bolts. He blew in his hands and rubbed them together as he approached his car. Did he still taste her? Was it his imagination that filled his head with the s...
All Art had to do was call the shot. He didn’t see any of his team in the hardware store but knew they’d been there. The tools he needed to fix the propane line had been supplemented by them, stashed in a spot high on a shelf. It would’ve taken an employee a year to find the secret gear in the cr...
Running up and down the neck. Nimble fingers. A sweet shiver rippled through her. Those hands were hers. And she couldn’t help seeing how his hips thrust forward either. The shiver bloomed hotter. It was all hers. But she’d have to wait. Trevor was ...