Taste Of Passion (Madaris Novels) - Plot & Excerpts
However, it could have been topped with vanilla ice cream and garnished with glazed walnuts and Mackenzie would still have had a hard time forcing it down her throat. She had a feeling about what Luke was going to say, and at the moment she didn’t want to hear it. Just as well, since it seemed he wasn’t in a talkative mood either. It reminded her of the old days when he’d first arrived and they sat across from each other at the kitchen table and barely exchanged a single word. But that was before the time in the kitchen when he had taken her—or she had taken him—in that very chair he was sitting in. And it was before all those times, too numerous to count and too precious to forget, when he would make love to her until she moaned and groaned while teetering on the edge of pleasure and then plunging her there with a force that could rob her of her senses in one climactic scream. She always found it utterly amazing how her body would ripple in anticipation even before he touched her.
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