“She twisted her hips in time to his rhythm, riding his hand. He couldn’t stop himself from dipping inside her heat, groaning when she coated his fingers, his palm—just, God, he wanted all that around him again.” — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“If he could bottle her strength and vitality, he would. He would take everything that was Tessa and lock it into a corner of… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“He was her worst nightmare and fondest wish all wrapped up in a damn Boy Scout.” — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“His hair was especially mussed. So much so that her fingertips tingled with the need to grab and plunder the curls and let her… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“She turned into his mouth again and her taste bloomed on his tongue. His stroking gentled until he pulled his hand free, cradling her… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“A long, low moan reverberated through her chest and into him. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue around the tiny pink tip. She was… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“He stilled at her laughter. It was rich and sexy, dark and playful. Something he’d never heard out of her mouth. His vision blurred… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“She shut her eyes, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she slid herself down his length. He couldn’t quite stop the quick shout… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“He cupped her cheek, the muscles of his forearm burning with the slow thrusts inside her. “You’re beautiful.” Unable to have even a few… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“Instead of relying on technique she looked for cues that were individual to the man—her man—the quickening of his breath, a sighing moan and… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“She twisted her hips in time to his rhythm, riding his hand. He couldn’t stop himself from dipping inside her heat, groaning when she… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
