As soon as his foot hit the first step, she stood. “My name is Mrs. Lacey. I am a wid…” She paused and licked her lips as if trying to get the words out. “My husband is deceased.” He knew who she was and he knew she was a widow. She was part of Mab...
His cock was so hard he was afraid if she kicked him in the groin it might break off. His jaguar, on the other hand, was on the prowl. Fur rippled under Thomas’ skin and his teeth ached. The beast wanted to bite and taste her again. So did Thomas. “Nice boots.” “Thank you,” she said, waiting pati...
She’d always found his size attractive. “You’ve lost weight during your illness,” she remarked as he rolled the serving cart toward the bed. “Better skinny than dead,” Deacon answered. Miri retrieved the shirt she’d been wearing, making a moue of distaste at its damp, wrinkled state. “Wear one of...
“Use it. You’re beginning to look like a gypsy.” “Thank you, Amos.” Rather enjoying the notion of being one of the wandering Romany, she carried the medicine upstairs with her, planning on working by lamplight before she quit for the night. The oint...