“Liv licked her lips and dragged her fingers through her hair. The elevator pinged open, and she walked to his door, aware of how her thighs rubbed together, how her nipples tightened, and how damp she already was, anticipating everything.” — Elyssa Patrick Copy Share Image
“Guiding him between her thighs, she rubbed the head of his sex over soft feminine layers and pleats, circling the most sensitive part of him against her until it was glossed with moisture and they were both shaking. Rhys pushed… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
