“Stop me,” he muttered, clamping his hand over her writhing bottom. “Tell me to let go of you… Slap me….” She tilted her head back, purring like a kitten as he nuzzled the soft space beneath her ear. “Where should… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I jump on Lane’s back. He catches my legs around his sides, holding on tight, and I wrap my arms around his neck. Mmmmm. “You smell good.” My heart thrums inside my chest, purring like a kitten. The gang’s ahead… — Sally Henson Copy Share Image
