He nuzzled the back of her neck as he buried his face in her hair. “Stay with me,” he panted as he struggled to catch his breath. Trinity kissed the hand that was closest to her mouth, needing to touch and be touched. Her body still sizzled from the expert tutelage of Rush Drayton. “I don’t even ...
Do you understand? Nothing. Everything runs through me, is that understood?” Slater said tersely. With her head bowed, she only nodded. Standing abruptly, Slater ran an exasperated hand through his short hair. “Dammit,” he said with force. Spinning back to her, he asked, “Why would you do this? W...
And she was all, you need to try harder, Tiffany. Is it so wrong that I have a life? She is sooo clueless…” Tate tuned out the chatty Tiffany and smiled at her internal memories: the slide of Jace’s heated skin against her own; the feel of his soapy hands as they slid over her body in the shower;...