“The kiss was everything she hadn’t dared let herself think about. Slow. Hot. Hungry. His lips molded to hers, drinking up her small, breathless exhale before his tongue skimmed across hers. Bree reached out and gripped his shirt, tugging him… — Sydney Somers Copy Share Image
“His head was barely above water, and he’d never welcomed drowning so much in his whole damn life.” — Sydney Somers Copy Share Image
“God, they’d barely begun and she didn’t know how much more she could stand before the lust-drunk cells in her body rocketed over the… — Sydney Somers Copy Share Image
“He only had to look at her, that playful smile hanging onto the corners of his lips, and every circuit between the top of… — Sydney Somers Copy Share Image
“The kiss was everything she hadn’t dared let herself think about. Slow. Hot. Hungry. His lips molded to hers, drinking up her small, breathless… — Sydney Somers Copy Share Image
