onto Crosslyn Avenue,” the female voice directed in a crisp British accent. The Washington area street map on Cort’s lap rattled as he consulted it for verification of the Kensington, Maryland, street. Their first interview, now that Falco was dead, was the widow of retire...
So bare. No panties. A tingling heat spread through his chest. He wanted to touch her all over, imprint her softness, her scent, her very being into his skin. Lifting her higher against him, he backed her into the bedroom. “Don’t go away.” She laughed, half gasp, half gig...
Was she pondering the chores ahead or worrying about the Hunter? Her baggy sweatshirt covered all the sweet curves the tight jeans would reveal, so why did he find her so irresistible? Maybe it was her straightforward, gutsy nature, her lively wit. Or the idea that she tru...
Her body was on fire, her pulse scrambling. She bent to taste his lips, salty with passion, as the deep thrill sparked within her, rocketed her to white-hot stars. She may never feel this soul-deep connection again, and she wanted it to last forever. He bucked against her, pulled her closer as he...
He could almost see her skeptical brain turning over his offer. Was she questioning his motivation? She should question his sanity. “Sure,” she finally said. “Why not.” “Great!” He released her and set to getting ready to motor out. He let out his breath slowly as he cast off the bow line. She wa...
She unlocked the padlock on the plank door and opened it. “It’ll feel colder inside than out. We’ll need a fire in the Franklin.” “I’ll take care of that if you have other things to do.” He set their purchases on the kitchen counter and went out to the woodpile. In the downstairs bedroom she sank...