“Liam tossed the top half of the sleeping bag aside and snagged the end of her shirt and jacket. Her jeans were next, the moonlight bright enough he could see the masses of freckles on her pale skin and the… — Kay Stockham Copy Share Image
“Before you tell me how we shouldn’t be doing this—” did she dare say what she was thinking? “—I want you to remember how it felt when we were together, because I know you’d like to feel that way again.” His hands tightened at her waist and his entire body hardened against hers. She drew back enough to see his… — Kay Stockham Copy Share
“When she didn’t let go, when she buried her freckled nose in his chest and snuggled closer and when she shivered from the cold,… — Kay Stockham Copy Share Image
“Liam stared at her, his gaze glittering hot with something she was afraid to identify because it made her knees weak and she couldn’t breathe from the intensity and pace of her heart pounding away in her chest. He wanted to kiss her. He didn’t want to want to kiss her—she could read that in his expression, as well—but she… — Kay Stockham Copy Share
“Liam tossed the top half of the sleeping bag aside and snagged the end of her shirt and jacket. Her jeans were next, the… — Kay Stockham Copy Share Image
“He sucked in a harsh breath when she pressed her mouth to his, and she was fascinated by the way his eyes darkened and… — Kay Stockham Copy Share Image
“A flash of something—hope, excitement, disbelief— flickered over the boy’s face, shattering the remaining pieces of her heart. She’d known it would be a… — Kay Stockham Copy Share Image
“His mouth settled over hers with mind-numbing possession and it was way better than the on-screen kisses she’d envied. Way better than— Wow. Liam… — Kay Stockham Copy Share Image
“Groaning softly, he kissed her, his tongue on hers as he matched his movements. His strokes quickened, harder, deeper, until pleasure suffused every nerve… — Kay Stockham Copy Share Image
“He suddenly understood in a way and on a level he never had before why Carly was so passionate about fostering. Why she was… — Kay Stockham Copy Share Image
“She turned her head and rubbed her cheek against the surprisingly velvety feel of his inner arm, the muscle tensing even more against her… — Kay Stockham Copy Share Image
“With every detail about his home she noted, anticipation built inside her. His silence added to the feeling when the closing of the door… — Kay Stockham Copy Share Image
