“You okay?” he murmured, caressing her lower back with one hand. The heat of her skin was driving him crazy, making it difficult to think, let alone talk. “I’m fine. Great, actually. No, better than great.” Her voice trembled slightly,… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share Image
“Don’t cry stop,” he murmured, caressing and stroking me, “all my life I’ve had nothing but frustrations. I try to love others, but it’s always you . . . you, whom I can never have! Cathy . . . leave… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
