“Kiss me,” I breathe out against his lips. His mouth moves over mine. His kiss is soft, gentle, and exquisitely slow. Our breaths mingle as we take our time exploring forgotten territory. Last night, at the bar, this man’s tongue… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“My breath catches in my throat as a chill makes me shiver, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. My eyes latch on to his, pleading with him to kiss me.” — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Fuck. I don’t remember her being so scary. She’s got those momma eyes down to a T, yet, somehow...on her, they are hot as… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“She’s not ready and maybe she never will be, but I won’t stop trying. I’ll be patient if it kills me. I can just… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Spence,” he says as he lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. “You still make it hard to breathe.” “And you,” I say, swallowing… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“for a moment, I stand in the doorway, watching the steady rise and fall of their chests. I listen to the gentle hum of their breaths and I wonder when my little babies started to turn into men. And I pray. I pray that my boys will be good men. That they will know how to treat the women in… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share
“Yes!” she shouts, tackling me to the floor. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Cooper James.” — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“through the screen door I find all three of my boys throwing a ball around the yard with Cooper. My heart bursts in my… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Tear filled eyes glisten in the firelight. She’s so fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at her, but it’s an ache I hope… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Soft touches turn frantic. Gentle kisses become bruising. Rapid breaths progress to sensual moans. I allow the moment to completely take me; getting lost… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I’ll take stolen kisses and trysts in the cane fields for as long as I live over a life without you in it.” — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“that kid may not carry my DNA, but by God, I don’t care. I love that little shit like my own and I want… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I want to rip the rest of those buttons open and climb him like a monkey in a banana tree. Oh God, what I… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can’t ever slip… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
