He didn’t want to just hammer into her like he was some breeding stag that had finally been let out of his pen. He’d done that before, and it had suited what he needed at the time, but those women had been sturdier built. He sat back onto his heels and replaced the soft fl...
Lisa Modesto shuddered at the idea, and groaned quietly. She couldn’t believe the thought hadn’t surfaced before, but she’d been too busy to pee, much less think. The lady sitting next to her on the crowded bench bumped Lisa’s knee with her own. “So...
Marina said breathily. Her head was thrown back and fingers worked feverishly over her clit, dipping every so often into her sex. Quinn could do that for her. He could get on his knees and fill her with a finger or two—put his tongue wherever she wa...
Certainly felt like it to Dana, because Patrick’s hands seemed to be everywhere all at once. The waistband of her slacks. Her sweater’s hem. Stroking her cheeks. Raking fingers through her hair. Part of her wanted to swat him away—especially from the hair that’d taken her ...
Leather and denim did not make much of a suit, but damned if he didn’t look fine in it. He was tall and broad, and just oozed sex appeal, even with his seemingly permanent scowl. Gods forbid that he smile. The second most memorable thing would likel...
However, her bladder made her see reason, and somewhere near Albuquerque she finally had to stop. She picked a mid-range hotel that promised cable and had a restaurant on the ground floor, knowing that once she checked in, she wouldn’t want to leave again until morning. Hi...
He was glad she’d turned off the deep freezer. Being on her bad side was a cold place, and he never intended to be there ever again.When they’d woken up in her bed at the beach house in a tangle of limbs, neither had wanted to move. They just lay there staring at and touching each other’s faces f...
Why didn’t you let me tell her no for you?” Anna stood beside the dishwasher, unloading plates and drying them on her apron as she scowled at Ronnie. Ronnie, meanwhile, was busy at the main house’s kitchen table rolling plastic utensils inside paper napkins for the communi...
Cole was on his knees, untangling his costume parts and stowing them in a steamer trunk. He’d stopped and looked up at me when I walked past him on my way back from the bathroom. He’d given me one of his button-up shirts to wear and permission to soak my ruined blouse in one of his two sinks.I wo...