“Hunter!” She tried to shove the leather down. “Someone might come!” “No one comes.” Fascinated, he touched the rosy tip of her nipple with his dark fingers, watching it harden and thrust upward, begging for attention--attention he was more than… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“There’s a time and a place for everything, and this isn’t it.” “No?” He ran a hand under her blouse. “I say it is a very good time.” She jerked when his fingers scaled her ribs. “That tickles.” Without warning… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
