“When his hard hand cupped her face, an involuntary shiver raced up her spine, but she made no objection Then his lips… — Norah Wilson Copy Share Image
“Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, “Too much?” Wasn’t that sweet, Consider even. But oh, hell no. She… — Thea Harrison Copy Share Image
He had to feel those lips on him again. Had. To. This wasn’t a mild expression of preference. This was an imperative.… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
