“Shh, kitten,” he whispered in English once more, nuzzling her temple, mouth open and hot against her ear. “Trust me.” His palms curved beneath her breasts, lifting them as his blunt fingertips tweaked her nipples expertly enough to have slickness… — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
“Unbalanced?” She nodded vehemently as she lifted her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Insane. P-positively mad.” She opened bleary, lust-hazed eyes… — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
“Shh, kitten,” he whispered in English once more, nuzzling her temple, mouth open and hot against her ear. “Trust me.” His palms curved beneath… — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
“I dream about you every night. It's torture." "Why torture?" "Because I wake up knowing I didn't actually touch you.” — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
“There is nothing truly painful about this, except the knowledge that, eventually, you'll stop touching me. That's what hurts. Moira.” — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
“Her hands clutched at his upper arms. “Y-you make me feel…” He glanced up at her, saw the way she was biting her lower… — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
