Emily tried to yank her wrists from Nick’s unbreakable grip. Though if he let go, she’d hunger for his touch even more fiercely. “That’s not what you want,” he murmured, his breath heating her cheek as he lightly brushed his lips over her skin. “Is it?” Tingles covered her from her neck to her to...
The murderer. "You know I can't tell you that," the creepy guy snapped, as if he had a right to be irate with her. "I see you brought in someone to help you. It won't matter." Her head swirling with a million questions, she tried to think of what she should ask him while she had him on the phone....