“If he could bottle her strength and vitality, he would. He would take everything that was Tessa and lock it into a corner of his heart, to take out when the emptiness got too overwhelming.” — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“If he could bottle her strength and vitality, he would. He would take everything that was Tessa and lock it into a corner of… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“He was her worst nightmare and fondest wish all wrapped up in a damn Boy Scout.” — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“His hair was especially mussed. So much so that her fingertips tingled with the need to grab and plunder the curls and let her… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“She turned into his mouth again and her taste bloomed on his tongue. His stroking gentled until he pulled his hand free, cradling her… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“A long, low moan reverberated through her chest and into him. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue around the tiny pink tip. She was… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“He stilled at her laughter. It was rich and sexy, dark and playful. Something he’d never heard out of her mouth. His vision blurred… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“She shut her eyes, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she slid herself down his length. He couldn’t quite stop the quick shout… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“He cupped her cheek, the muscles of his forearm burning with the slow thrusts inside her. “You’re beautiful.” Unable to have even a few… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“Instead of relying on technique she looked for cues that were individual to the man—her man—the quickening of his breath, a sighing moan and… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
“She twisted her hips in time to his rhythm, riding his hand. He couldn’t stop himself from dipping inside her heat, groaning when she… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
