So Drake kept the sofa in a death grip. If he removed his hands, he might begin to touch Vania where she left off. “Bring the other wine bottle here, Love.” A bead of sweat trickled down Evan’s temple. “And walk slowly.” Because he needed to see how those amazing legs moved in slow motion. “I do...
She dug her elbows into his ribs, and he loosened his hold, though not completely. “There was an emergency in Scotland and Maestru volunteered his assistance. It seems that the Coven Master’s duties are never done.” His pulse was throbbing in his ears, the burn igniting his veins, his shifter rig...
Yours. Take what’s yours. Tugging at her robe’s sash, he demanded, “Take this off.” “Can you give me a second…or,” she glanced at him uneasily. “No.” “But…” “I thought you and ...