“Her hands closed over his cock, gripping tightly as he pressed her up against the copy machine.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Rhys?” Shea murmured again against his lips. “Yeah, sweetheart?” he asked back. “When we get there—when you fuck me,” she pulled hard… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“He tilted his head, leaning into my faint caress. “The one constant in my life…” he breathed, “is you.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“I had to see you, baby.” Ronin’s hands enveloped her cheeks, his thumbs brushing along her cheekbones as his fingers slipped around… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“All her focus was on the burning want Ronin was evoking in her as he pressed her back up against a pine.… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“...he softly touched his lips to hers. Sweetly. Innocently. “Ronin,” she drew in a short, stilted breath. The ache in her body… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“As Rhys closed his eyes, he saw those stunning hazel eyes, those full lips, that long tumble of dark, coppery curls, and,… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Well, now I need you to kiss me. Make out with me. Otherwise she’ll know I was full of shit and start… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“There was something about Ronin, being so close with her face pressed against the soft flannel covering his chest. There was something… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Don’t pull back,” she whispered a hair’s breadth from his lips. “I need this. I need…” The words evaporated in her throat… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“At that moment, Ronin stepped back into the living room, clothed, thank God. Well, mostly. Kneeling on the floor before him, Devin… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“ Thank God! His truck was there. Reenergized, she hopped up his front steps and knocked. Nothing. Feeling a little disgruntled, she… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“It’s kind of romantic with unrequited love. A big, strong, sexy hero. A fight to the death.” She sighed wistfully. Slowly and… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Gotta concentrate, honey,” he smiled, then glanced at her with a wink. “And you looking at me the way you’re looking at me really… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“Every time I kissed you, every time you trembled at my touch, I knew. And every time you pulled away… fuck, I thought I… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“I love to see your eyes sparkle like they do when you get all feisty. The flush in your cheeks.” His voice lowered. “The… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“Well, now I need you to kiss me. Make out with me. Otherwise she’ll know I was full of shit and start hittin’ on… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“There was something about Ronin, being so close with her face pressed against the soft flannel covering his chest. There was something about the… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“Do you love Mommy?” I brushed Mattie’s hair back out of her eyes and looked at her tenderly. “I’ve loved her as long as… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“...she pressed her face up against his neck, smelling the warmth of his skin. She inhaled the scent of soap and fresh air and…… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“She’d never felt the stirrings of passion he brought out of her. She’d never felt as though she were bursting into pieces, a super… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“Sweetheart,” he breathed into her mouth, “I’ve never felt anything quite like this… so hot and sweet and wet like you.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“Rhys looked over at her with a naughty grin. “I lied, sweetheart. Completely and totally. You are all fired up and hot as fucking… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“You’re mine right now, Shea,” he gruffly uttered. “You don’t get to think about being away from me, not yet.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“...he’d become the star on the horizon that had gently kept her centered. The warm comfort in a storm. The fragment of kindness in… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“The things you do to me… you have no idea. You fight it, although I can see that you want to give in. You… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“As Rhys closed his eyes, he saw those stunning hazel eyes, those full lips, that long tumble of dark, coppery curls, and, last but… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
“Well, it would appear it wasn’t a lack of sex that made you so grouchy before.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share
