“He lowered his arm and started unbuttoning his shirt. “I don’t think so, bella. I think I’ll end up exactly where I need to be.” The shirt came off and his tan muscles flexed as he threw the shirt on… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Did you find someone who makes you feel all those things?” she asked, not wanting to think of her own failed union. He locked… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Good night,” he said and turned the key to start the engine. “Good night, sugar. Hope you dream of me.” “I’m afraid of that,”… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“We’re getting distracted,” he said and stopped walking. “Let’s pick the tile and wrap this up so we can get back before the crew… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“He leaned over, brushed the sugar away from her chin and planted a quick peck on her lips. She pulled back to look at… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“She raised her gaze to his. “Are you kicking me out?” “Will you go willingly?” “Only if you ask nicely,” she said and stepped… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Don’t you ever pull that shit again,” he said between bruising kisses. He pressed her up against the wall and trapped her with his… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Would you like to talk about this in your room?” she asked innocently. His brows came down to scowl at her.” — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Was that really necessary?” she yelled. He let out a choked laugh. “You tell me. You’re acting like a lunatic.” “And you’re acting like… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“He pressed his mouth to her skin. “Isn’t this what gentlemen used to do in this city? Kiss a lady’s hand?” — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“What do you want, Lisa?” She leaned down to whisper in his ear. Her scent teased him with memories of their time together and… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve looked at all morning.” “Obviously you are still heavily medicated,” he replied dryly, “because I drank myself to… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Hi, I’m Carlos,” he said and held out his hand. His usual white t-shirt was replaced by a tank top, thanks to the oppressing… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Who says my heart is involved? Maybe I just want to have fun. Maybe my heart couldn’t care less.” — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“His gaze traveled from her eyes to her lips to her throat. “No,” he said and pushed her out before closing the door. “Coward,”… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
