Heiress Behind The Headlines (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
Need punched into her as she tasted him, as he angled his head to fully capture her mouth, his hands holding her fast as he took her mouth with his. And again. And then again. It was too much. It would never be enough. Larissa wanted to be closer, to touch him, to feel him under her hands. She pushed his sweater out of the way, her fingers trembling with excitement, to feel his rock-hard abdomen under her palms. The heat of his skin was like a burst of fire, singeing her, blasting through her. He muttered her name, a curse or a prayer and she didn’t care which, and then shifted to lift her up and settle her on the lip of the sink. She hardly noticed; she just draped her legs over his hips and lost herself in the fit of him against her, the way their bodies seemed to ignite on contact. And the sweet insanity of his hot mouth as it tasted her, taught her, took her. She was caught in the tumble of memories she’d held at bay for so long, all of them chasing each other and fusing, somehow, with the present, making his kiss that much hotter, her heart beat that much harder.
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